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gaybananabread · 4 months

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for the thing i saw that you were open to magnus chase potentially fierrochase with oranges and cherries? Lee alex ler magnus? You definitely dont have to just curious (for 300 fruit thing)

Fruit(s): Oranges, Cherries

I haven’t read these books in a while, but thanks for reminding me of them! I was younger when I first read these; the gay went right over my head. Also, severe LACK of tk content for this entire series! Now I can obsess over these as well (UvU). Used she/her pronouns for Alex on this one. Magnus strikes me as a shy ler, ya know? Hopefully these peeps aren’t too OOC, same with any lore or character dynamic issues (). Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Alex

Ler: Magnus

Summary: During one of the Hotel’s fights to the death, Alex and Magnus slip away for some calm. Unfortunately for the son of Frey, Alex got geared up for the fight and is feeling antsy. He offers another kind of fight, and while it’s not what Alex had in mind, it's certainly a laugh.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

It was business as usual in Hotel Valhalla; Einherjar running around, trying to pop eachother’s balloons that were attached to their chests, various weapons flying across the playing field. Folks of all ages screamed in frustration as spears, axes, and arrows went through their balloons and hit vital organs. The usual mayhem.

Two residents managed to sneak away from the craziness, locked in a room with a nice, peaceful atrium. Magnus took a deep breath, savoring the quiet peace with his partner. The blonde spared a quick glance at her face before turning back to the trees, blushing softly. “Thanks for dipping with me, Alex. Sorry if I spoiled your fun with Mallory…”

Alex rolled her eyes, pinching the hand she was holding. “You didn’t spoil anything, dork. I’d rather relax with you than kill that loudmouth again. I’ll get her later.” Her free hand moved up to her chest, absentmindedly twisting the changing pronoun pin Magnus had got her on their last trip to the mortal world. That day, it read, “she/her/hers.” She wore it every day, though a certain blonde got punched whenever he brought it up.

The calm sounds of nature surrounded the pair, bringing a small smile to Magnus’s face. He much preferred the quiet to the chaos, though he had to admit a few of the games were kinda fun. The son of Frey could’ve stayed there all day.

Alex, on the other hand, was really starting to get bored. She was all for supporting her boyfriend, but Gods, they’d been just sitting there for almost twenty minutes. She had no problems ditching the fight for Magnus, but it left her fidgety. The greenette wanted to move, the urge to do something like an itch on her hands she just couldn’t scratch. She tapped a quick, repeating pattern on her arm, trying to distract herself.

It took the blonde all but four seconds to see how antsy Alex was getting; he nudged his partner’s arm, sighing. “You don’t have to stay here if you’re bored. I’m fine by myself.” The look on his face was a smile, though his eyes gave away how desperate he was for Alex to stay.

That got an eye-roll; how poor was that boy’s self-esteem? Alex wrapped an arm around Magnus’s shoulders, squeezing him a bit harder than necessary into a hug. “Maggie, listen; you’re good. I know you don’t like super loud ‘n crazy stuff, and they’re literally killing eachother while popping loud ass balloons. It’s actually refreshing that you have the sanity to not wanna do it.”

Magnus’s guilt faded, the desperation melting into adoration; what did he do to deserve someone as awesome as Alex? Well, besides saving a bunch of stuff and almost dying for it, but he didn’t count that… “Thank you, Alex. Seriously.” Still, something nagged at him to make it up to his partner. He really didn’t feel like actually fighting, though a silly idea popped into his head. One his partner might enjoy even more than revenge on Mallory.

“Hey, I know it’s not Last Einherjar Standing, but do you wanna do our own thing in here? Like…a fight, but not killing eachother?” A small blush decorated Magnus’s cheeks, making his partner hum. It sounded better than just sitting there, though she could tell there was more to it than that. “Okay…what’s the catch?”

The fact that he only got redder was very telling for the child of Loki. Another silly Magnus idea…but anything was better than nothing. “Well, we could, ya know…tickle eachother instead.” He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth; why would Alex ever wanna do that? He tried playing it off, hoping he wouldn’t get teased for it. “It’s, uh, nevermind dumb idea-”

“Eh, sure. I’m bored enough.”

Magnus was a bit stunned, to be honest. Alex actually wanted to have a tickle fight? He was shocked for a good few seconds before snapping back to reality. “Oh…alright then. You wanna count it down, or…?”

Alex rolled her eyes, seeing the shock on her boyfriend’s face. Normally, she would’ve teased the Helheim out of Magnus for even mentioning something like that. That day, though, she was feeling kind; kind enough to let Magnus have his fun. While he’d never directly expressed it, it was clear to literally everyone close to him that Magnus liked that kind of thing. Still had appearances to keep up, though. “We can count it if you want. I don't really care.”

A vibrant red hue decorated Magnus’s cheeks, a rare bout of confidence overtaking his thoughts. Things were gonna be fun; if he could win without combusting, that is.

“Okay…uh, three, two, one…go!”

Not in a thousand years would Alex have expected Magnus to pounce like he did. I mean, she was already planning on letting the blonde win, but damn. Boy was excited.

Magnus was quick to wrestle Alex down, his mind racing with all the possible ways the greenette could wreck him. Animal claws, bird feathers, multiple appendages… Best to get her before any of those played out. Soon, the shapeshifter’s arms were above her head, wide and slightly surprised eyes staring up at Magnus.

“Dahamn, Beantown! Didn’t think you had it in you~” Alex, ever the tease, smirked up at his boy. While there was no avoiding what was about to come, she could at least see the little flash of red across her boyfriend’s cheeks.

Predictably, the blonde blushed, his confidence faltering for a second. “Quiet…” Okay, Alex was so getting it after that. However, the doubtful thoughts wormed their way back into his head. Gods, he hated his head sometimes… “Hey, are you sure this is okay? Like, you’re fine with me ti-…uh, doing this?”

Alex rolled her eyes, a small groan escaping her. Magnus said “fight,” not feel guilty about everything; was he seriously gonna make her ask? The anticipation was honestly getting to Alex, her heterochromic eyes shining with a nervous giddiness that she would never admit. “Yes, my Gods, just do it already!”

Magnus huffed, feeling himself get a bit red at the annoyed ask. Still, he kept Alex’s arms above her head with one head, the other experimentally kneading at her hip.

She bit her lip, squirming in his hold as she tried not to giggle. If she really wanted to, Alex could’ve just shifted into a ferret and slipped away; she could’ve won the whole fight if she wanted to. Magnus seemed down though, and while she’d never admit it, she loved the wondrous little gleam he got in his eyes when he was happy. So, for him, she endured. It wasn’t that horrible…

“Aww, c’mon Alex. You were begging me to get started, and now you’re not even gonna giggle?” He dug in, drilling his thumb into Alex’s hip. Hello, confidence! Alex’s strained focus broke, surprisingly bubbly giggles spilling past her lips. Even more of a shock: her cheeks grew red, almost matching her boyfriend’s. “Sh-shuhuhut ihit!”

Magnus was stunned for a second, his mind taking a moment to process the sound of her giggles. So cute…she’d kill him for saying it, but it was true. He had to hear more; the hand traveled upwards, curiously clawing at her ribs. He wasn’t disappointed.

“MAHAHAGNUS! F-FUHUHACK!” Alex arched her back, not expecting that spot to be so bad. She hadn’t really been tickled as a kid, and while that stuff was more common with her friends, most of them were too anxious to really try it. That was…really the first time someone had actually gotten her. She didn’t…hate it? It was a lot.

The blonde chuckled, his eyes sparkling as she laughed. Okay, new favorite sound… Alex had never sounded so carefree. “Wow Alex, such dirty language. It’s just a few little tickles; no need to get so worked up!” Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, Magnus moved his spidering fingers to her stomach.

“Y-yohohohou’re the wohohorst!” It was hard to take that “insult” seriously with all the giggling she was doing. That side of Alex was one Magnus didn’t see often, but he loved when it would show. “Am I? I mean, you did literally ask for it. I’m kinda an awesome boyfriend for giving you what you want, no?”

Alex groaned through her giggles, mentally rolling her eyes. “Noho, you dohohork!” She wiggled in his hold, but made no real effort to get away. It still lit up her nerves, but the gentle tickling on her belly was actually kinda nice… Well, until Magnus started talking. “Wasn’t this supposed to be a tickle fight? Kinda seems like you gave up, love~”

Her cheeks went red, an indignant grunt flowing with the adorable giggles. “I- thahat’s nohot-... Ihi hahahate youhu…” Alex tried to hide her face in her shoulder, her arms still above her head.

Magnus gasped, feigning a hurt pout. “You hate me? Wow Alex, I thought we had something…” He sighed, shooting his hand back to claw at her ribs. “Guess I can’t feel bad for doing this anymore.”

“NAHAHAHO! MAHAGNUHUS, YOUHU AHASS!” She squealed, her face turning an even deeper, lovely and vibrant shade of red. Magnus couldn’t help but coo. “That’s actually adorable, Alex. I mean, I knew you were a shapeshifter, but I never knew your cherry impression was so good!”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHP!” Alex twisted and turned in Magnus’s grip, her face only getting hotter. She really wasn’t used to tickling, and while it was kinda fun, she was nearing her limit. While it hurt her pride to do it, she tapped out. “ENOUHUHUGH!”

The son of Frey stopped almost instantly, his arms wrapping around Alex to pull her into a hug. He was pushing it with all the affection, but he was feeling brave. “Sorry, that was kinda mean. You good? Did I go too far?”

Alex buried her face in his shoulder, giggling off the ghost tickles. “Thahat was- Gods, Mahaggie. Yeah, Ihi’m good…” She took a few deep breaths, her slightly dazed smile becoming something much more mischievous. “Uh…Alex?”

Suddenly, his partner shrank, a small ferret in her place. The fuzzy noodle zipped under his shirt, climbing up his torso and around to his back. He squeaked, squirming as her fur brushed against his poor skin. Finally, she made it to his neck, hopping out and shifting back.

Alex wasted zero time with her plan. In seconds, Magnus was on his back, his arms stuck firmly above his head. She smirked down at him, a playful smirk on her face. “Here comes the fight, Beantown. Hope you’re ready~”

Magnus gulped, looking up at his partner with wide eyes and a wobbly smile. “Oh Gods…” The rest of the afternoon was filled with laughter, the chaos of the morning’s strange murder-game forgotten. While it wasn’t exactly what either of them had planned for the day, it was definitely the most fun they’d had in a while. Totally worth it…

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kentucky-fried-thea · 1 year

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explain ~newsies~ pls

*kissing you on the mouth /p*

also I've listened to audios of newsies so much that I have most of the show memorized :p (thanks mike faist)

also im warning you this is super long so um yeah i’ll do a part two for the second act just send me another ask lmao

the show opens with a killer overture like I swear that shit fucks SO hard. and then crutchie gets up and tries to go downstairs (they're on top of the newsies lodging house) and jack is like bro. slow your roll. it is the buttcrack of dawn. and crutchie's like but jeck I wanna look strong so I don't get thrown in the refuge. and then he almost dies bc he falls down the ladder.

and then jack is like slow down and look around. guess what. I'm going to move to santa fe, and all my problems will be solved. if you come with me, all your problems will be solved.

ok so now it's ~actually~ time to wake up.

albert: I had the most amazing dream; my lips are still tingling!

race: a pretty girl??

al (gay gay gay): a leg of lamb *snatches cigar*

race: hEY thats My cigAr

and then all the newsies sing a nd dance about how they are newsies and they sell newspapers and sometimes it's hot and sometimes it's cold and sometimes it rains and sometimes it's very hard. and then they see the headline for the day and it's the trolley strike for the third week in a row. which is. boring. also jack tries to flirt with a girl on the street and fucking crahses and burns lmao

then all the newsies make fun of weisel and then a new kid rolls up wait sorry what did you say? oh, woops, sorry, he’s new too :)

lo and behold, its davey and les jacobs! davey asks for 20 newspapers, but oscar accidentally only gives him 19 on account of he can’t count to twenty with his shoes on. then jack offers to buy him more papes and davey goes I am NOT a fucking charity case. oh and also they become selling partners and then they do the spit handshake thing and davey’s gay ass is like “thats d i s g u s t i n g”

SCENE CHANGE!!!!!

pulitzer is losing money bc the headline fucking sucks and so he’s like, ok business assossiate, token female, and queer coded hairdresser, how can we sell more papers. and when none of them get the answer right, he reveals that the best way to do it is to ✨exploit the children✨ so they raise the newsies’ paper price by ten cents, which is a Lot. and he has the audacity to say that they’ll thank him.

ok we’re back to the newsies nwo and david is trying to sell a pape and he is Not Good At It. so jack grabs it and just fucking lies about the headline and sells the paper. and then les also sells a pape by pretending to be a poor orphan boy and being cute and shit (oh btw hes nine (almost ten) did i mention that?) and then they’re like jack do you wanna come eat with us and our parents? our dad got fired bc he got hit by a car, and this is exposition! adn jack is like oh um no thanks i got a date with a guy (in a totally straight not bisexual way ofc) adn les sees a spooky man and goes IS THAT HIM!? and the answer is nO

so they run away from spooky man and wind up at a theater, and then they exploit the new kid trope to give exposition to the viewers that that was sneider the spider, and he runs a jail for underage kids called the Refuge, and for every kid he nabs, he gets money straight to his pocket. woooo new kid trope

and then medda larkin arrives and is like i spy with my little eye a bunch of fucking children get the fuck out and then jack is like even me??? and she goes Oh. nvm. sorry love.take your time. also, thank you for painting very pretty picture i am saying this because the author needs a way to introduce you as an artist who paints backdrops for me <3 and then she sings a song about how shes so rich that whatever she touches rises (thats a dick joke by the way) and jack goes up to watch from a private box.

so he gets to the private box and there is someone in there and its the girl he failed at flirting with earlier and she’s like ...what the hot and crispy fried fuck are you doing in my private box you bitchboy i am a reporter who is doing reporting things and i am Not in the habit of speaking with strangers. and jack is like then why the fuck are you a reporter. and then he draws her on a newspaper while he sings a very bisexual song about love at first sight, and then he leaves the pape in the box and splits.

ok so it’s the very next day and oh good lord look at the new newsies price

so the newsies are like ya no that aint gonna fly and so jack is like lets do something! and davey goes oh shit you mean a strike? and jack is like fuck dude what an idea lets have a strike and davey’s like WOAH WOAH WOAH I SAID LIKE A STRIKE WE ARE NOT FUCKING GOING ON STRIKE. also you’re not a union :p

davey: you arent a union

jack: waht if i says we is

davey: you need to do things to be a union. you need a membership

the rest of the newsies: so are we fucking chopped liver?

davey: well you also need leaders n shit

crutchie: jack said gather round and everyone listened. do you know what it takes to get finch to listen to instructions?

davey: umm. how about a statement of purpose

jack: guess fucking what. if your dad had a union, he would still be employed

davey: oh shit your right. guess we’re a union now

okokok so now they’re a union and they sing a song about how they will make the world (hehe get it bc the planet and also the newspaper lmao) know that they are not taking any of this bullshit and there’s a whole thing about not having hats but they literally. all have hats. so umm. yeah.

ok so they’re now at jacobis for water and jewish representation and they’re like ok now we gotta spread the word. and it turns out that everyone is afraid of brooklyn bc spot conlon. so jack is like ok me and davey will do it and davey is like tf we are and then girl from before is back and is like why tf are yall afraid of brooklyn. and its because they are all homosexual for the brooklyn newsies. and because its the third largest city in the world. and she’s like okie dokie. so.

reporter girl: i’m a reporter. may i pplease... report you???

all of the newsies: no we want a man

reporter girl: there is not a man on this earth who is going to give a fuck about this rn so take what you can get.

newsies:

reporter girl: pwease :3

newsies: ok cool

and then the newsies leave and jack and the girl stick around for a sec and jeck is like what even is your name bro and she goes I'm katherine. plumber (?). and he's like you do not sound too sure of that miss girl and she's like its my pen name. you'll need that information later in the story *wink* and jack is like ok. write it good. :) and then kath has like a whole as breakdown where she's like this kid is a fucking tool but I gotta write it good.

ok so it's the next day and none of the other newsies are showing up to the strike bc brooklyn wants to wait until the manhattan newsies have proven they won't be scared cats. but they still do the strike, and they get the scabs to do it too. and then kathy gets a really nice picture, and then the police show up and fucking demolish them. and they get crutchie and drag him off to the refuge :((( and then jack makes it back to the lodging house and he's so fucking pissed and he sings about santa fe and how he deserves better (he does fyi)

okie dokie I think it's pretty clear I am incapable of being normal about newsies, so I'll do a part 2 if you like :) for now tho, this is really fucking long...

#moth explains a musical #newsies

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winderlylandchime · 8 months

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The Man, the Myth, the Legend is tired and in pain but that’s his own fault and you will see why: ‘OH HOT GUY ALERT! Emmett..baby..he is wearing denim on denim with a leather jacket, if that doesn’t scream gay, idk what does. GAY! WHAT DID I SAY!’ He just paused the episode and walked to the tv to look at Justins art ‘THATS bc you accepted a boy who wasn’t beaten yet. So of course his work was different, sherlock! Now stop being a prick and let my boy draw on his computer! We expect our students to what now? What did he just say about excelling at everything? Just bc he’s disabled doesn’t mean he won’t be amazing?! Oh just say you don’t accept disabled people you old fart! Fuck you and your tradition! I hate this clown..oh i guess the clown has some brain after all!..BRIAN! Dont put any ideas in his head.. oh he wants him to succeed and be the best and do good and this is a lot to handle on so many pain meds’ ‘why is linds being a bitch? Since when is she so uptight? Oh, the silence is LOUD…BRIAN WILL YOU GRAB THAT AND THEN HE JUST DOES? OH HE IS GONE. THAT MAN IS IN LOVE! HE IS SO IN LOVE AND NOBODY EXCEPT ME FOR SOME REASON SEES THIS *looks at me like he just realized im there too* can you see it?!’ ‘Okay dudes, that was not chill! You don’t do that to your friends. It’s fun to be jokey but that was not cool, yall are better than that…are you tho? MICHAEL BET 5 WEEKS?! i guess people do change. Tell them debbie! At least she gets it, even if she only gets it once every 17 episodes’…‘Ben better be better than David. Oh is he gonna be the one..i mean he’s asking him to talk about comics..david hid them. I hated that. Okay Benny boy, you can stick around, I’ll allow it but you get 3 strikes!’ ‘Okay goatee dude, chill the fuck out. People are allowed to have relationships and still be the hottest thing around. Don’t make him self conscious, i have worked overtime to try and get him to admit to being in love! DONT RUIN THIS FOR ME!….NOOOO HE RUINED IT FOR ME!…MICHAEL! WHAT THE FUCK MICHAEL WHO JUST SAYS THAT TO A PERSON? Just when i was about to be in your corner, someone please hit him! You cant just say fucked up shit and then say sorry! Thats not how that works!’ Then he felt bad for Mikey bc of the school thing and then he hated that he felt bad bc hes mad at him ‘Oh we are getting hot and HEAVY! Bri Bri, i am impressed! You knew he was upset and why! Oh so that guy was nothing but Justin is something? MY DUDES WE SERIOUSLY NEED TO LEARN HOW TO TALK. Aww he doesn’t want Brian to change. Now that’s love! Oh COME ON, I CANT FUCKING WIN EVEN FOR A MINUTE! Im a good person, i deserve good stuff, throw me a bone ffs’ ‘aw Benny boy is listening! Oh he is way better than david! If youre the one, you can stay! Just do me a favor and make mike more tolerable, i am begging for the sake of my well being..that was sweet mike, now give me brian and justin again!’ He had to go and take his last dose of pills for today and he just looked at the ceiling and flapped his arms around while making no noise at all, so id say he’s handling it well. ‘Listen, i am 100% straight. But THIS *points to a paused screen of Brian in the green light in the beginning of the non confession scene* is one beautiful man! I AM INTRIGUED And I would not mind him hitting on me.’ I made a comment that he is now 54 years old to which he puts his hand up in my face and goes ‘I’ll get back to you on that’ and just continued to watch. 1/2 of 2x06

Dear sweet anon - I am SCREAMING over him asking if you see that Brian is in love too. Yes, Brother Anon, that's why we're all here 20 years later. Still sobbing over them.

And yes, Gale Harold is the most beautiful man to ever man. I have a straight crush on him and even at 54 he could get it. The green light scene is one of my favorite. UGH that profile.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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suspicious-whumping-egg · 1 year

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151 notes - Posted December 31, 2021

Betrayed, Part 2

If people rly like this I’ll make it a series! Continued from here!!

Supervillain frowned, shifting a hand to the holster at their waist. “As easy as that, hm? I don’t buy it. If those heroes put up with you for that long, you must have some kind of a backbone. You’re planning to betray me, aren’t you? No one likes a turncoat, little hero. You’ve already been double crossed once, there’ll be no one to look out for you if you turn on me.”

Before Hero could interject the stammering explanation that they simply just didn’t want to be hurt, Supervillain struck them hard across the face with their gun in a sharp burst of pain across their cheek.

“No one agrees that quickly if they’re not up to something,” they snapped. “We both know I have my methods to keep you in line— I could have you constantly chained up or strapped down, order Healer to keep you paralyzed until we build a bit of trust between us, break your legs so we have six uninterrupted weeks to see where your loyalty lies— I’d rather cut to the chase. You’re one to do so, I’ve noticed. Not like Superhero with their useless monologues.”

Hero shook their head weakly, trembling against the chains that bound them. It was too late to beg now, and they knew it. There was nothing else to do but hope the villain would make it quick.

“So I’m assuming a show of power might be best, nothing more,” Supervillain continued. “You’ve never been up against me alone, little Hero. I won’t hurt you if you become my protege, but you must understand my hesitance. For all I know, you could be a spy. Hell, they could have left you as bait, meant to be snatched up by my henchmen and planted right where you could get all the information you need.”

They paced the room, plucking a weighted baton from a rack of weapons against the wall. “Don’t try to tell me you’re innocent, that’s for me to decide,” they added coldly. They tossed the baton from one hand to another, testing its weight, before swinging it hard at Hero. It cracked hard against their side, right over the scar left by the healed stab wound, and Hero hissed in pain.

They soon lost count of the blows, as Supervillain rained a volley of hits over them, one after another. The pain was sharp and stinging with every strike, and they were blinking back tears after mere minutes.

At long last, the villain paused and stepped back to take a look at them. Other than the defeated look on their face and the fresh blood streaking their bare torso, they were the same— no signs of a cracking facade.

Supervillain nodded, content of Hero’s loyalty for the time being. They reached down to unlock the wrist cuffs, keeping Hero’s legs secured to those of the chair, and strode from the cell.

They let themself break down as soon as they were alone, burying their face in their hands and allowing their tears to fall in broken sobs until they gasped for breath. So it was quite a surprise when Supervilain tapped them on the shoulder, alerting them to their presence. The villain wore the twisted little grin that was only brought about by watching others suffer.

“Stop crying, you have work to do,” they snapped. “I want you to write down everything about those traitors that might help me— base locations, personal connections between team members, powers, weaknesses. You don’t know what I already know, so I can guarantee I’ll catch you on something if you lie. Give me enough information and I’ll consider your innocence.” They shoved a paper and pen at Hero’s face, then stormed from the room.

Hero’s unsaid words stuck in their throat, and they heard Supervillain bolt the door behind them with a heavy click. I won’t lie to you, I want them dead as much as you do. But they’d have to convince Supervillain with more than empty words. With no other choice, they began scribbling down every detail on their betrayers that they could remember.

~~~

Part 3 is out now! Link here

181 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

A not-so-gentle reminder:

If you are a TERF, support TERFS, or platform TERFS, get the fuck off my blog. Platforming TERFS (yes, including JKR) sends the message that you do NOT support trans people. You don’t get to pick both sides. Trans women are women. Trans men are men. Nonbinary people ARE nonbinary, they don’t just identify as such. Transmeds can fuck themselves, and neopronouns are essential for all people to express themselves. Gender binaries are a social construct and true feminism, true EQUALITY; includes all sexes, gender identities, orientations, races, beliefs, and levels of ability. True equality doesn’t EXCLUDE.

212 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

Trope Talks: Forced Affection

Tw: intimate whumpers

Whumpers who force their whumpees to play along with their convoluted games of obsessive love. Whumpees who hate that they find it easier to act like they love their whumpers.

Whumpees who who kiss back. Whumpees who lean into whumper’s hand when their hair is stroked. Whumpees who return an embrace from their whumper because they’d rather have twisted comfort than none at all. Whumpees who picture their lover touching them instead of whumper, because otherwise the unwanted intimacy is unbearable.

Maybe they hate it, maybe they shove down the urge to fight every time they’re touched. Every time whumper whispers another sweet, possessive thing in their ear. It’s better than being hurt, so they force themself to endure. Maybe one day they do fight, and they’re punished so horribly for their defiance that they go back to silently upholding the facade of love. Or maybe they decide that the pain is better than the sickly sweet imitation of kindness. They‘ll take a dozen lashes, a hundred cuts, before they’ll accept whumper’s touches without fight.

Maybe whumpee can’t help but enjoy it. Whumper is despicable and they know it, but when they’re picked up bridal style and held to whumper’s chest, they’re too touch starved to care. They melt into every touch, silently pleading for affection because they’re so desperate to be loved that they can’t be bothered to be picky. Whumper’s twisted praise is a relief to them, they want to please whumper if it means being loved. They’ll be hurt either way, at least this way they can be comforted after the fact— even if by the same person who did the damage.

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My #1 post of 2022

Writing Characters with Chronic Pain and Disabilities

PSA: Writing characters with disabilities and chronic pain is great for representation, but I’m seeing harmful tropes and portrayals perpetuated in the way chronic pain and disability is treated in parts of the whump community. Abled people need to stop using chronic pain and/or disabilities purely for “fun and whumpy” purposes. To help address the (hopefully not ill intended) ignorance that likely causes perpetuation of hurtful tropes and harmful portrayals of disabled characters, I’m sorta writing a guide on what to do and not to do when you write a character who is disabled or has chronic pain. I am disabled myself (connective tissue disorder that causes chronic pain among other debilitating symptoms) but obviously all disabled experiences differ so take this all with a grain of salt.

What to do/what is okay to do: An injury causing chronic pain and that being just a part of a character, or a character who becomes disabled (or has been from birth). Their struggle is/can be obviously present and a significant part of their life BUT they must still be a rounded/whole character (background, personality, relationships, etc) if the narrative surrounding their disability was omitted. Writing characters with disabilities and chronic pain is good for representation! I’m not saying it’s bad to have chronic pain be caused by injuries for a character, including whump sustained injuries. A good example of a disabled character done right is Kaz from Six of Crows (Leigh Bardugo is disabled herself tho which obviously plays into why he’s done so well). Kaz uses a cane and has chronic pain caused by a wrongly healed broken leg. His pain and his cane are mentioned often throughout the novel and influence his life experience and perspective. However, his narrative doesn’t focus on his chronic pain: he’s not looking desperately for a cure, his goal is not to someday stop using his cane, etc. (These things are harmful tropes because they portray disability as something completely and totally bad, to be avoided at all costs). Kaz is a badass and competent character, as developed as the other (able bodied) main characters of the story, and his disability is one of many trait about him. If you wanna write a disabled character as an abled person, try to keep those kinds of things in mind (make them developed, make sure their narrative doesn’t focus fully around their disability even tho their disability can/could be a large part of their life, don’t use the “looking for a cure” trope as their whole motive, don’t present disability as a fate worse than death or similar.)

What not to do: What I’m sorta mad about is when someone writes a character who’s constantly suffering from chronic pain/disability and is written in a way where they’re constantly miserable from it and can never feel anything other than the constant sadness/pain their disability causes them. (Perpetuates the trope that disability is constantly horrible and sometimes creates the idea that a life with disability isn’t worth living- which is harmful because it creates the idea that people with disabilities can’t be happy/successful/etc unless they’re faking their disability). It is harmful when their pain or disability is their only trait and/or is only used to make them suffer for “fun” or whump (perpetuates harmful stereotypes around disability- gives the idea that it’s impossible to be happy/a successful person/etc while disabled or having chronic pain, makes light of disability.), Do not write a disability unrealistically and do your research to prevent from ignorance turning into harm. When a character is written disabled/in pain purely for whump, harmful tropes usually end up being perpetuated (the search for a cure trope, the idea that a disability is a tragedy and must be avoided at all costs, etc). Chronic pain is not fun, disability is not whumpy. If you want to write it, do it respectfully. Putting it as the focus of a whump story or as the only trait of a character, especially if you’re an able bodied person and just want to write suffering is not okay. Doing so mitigates and makes light of the real shit people with chronic pain and disabilities live through every day.

Abed people don’t clown on this post. Do not start discourse on this post.

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love-kurdt · 2 years

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“My Whole Family...”

A modern AU where Steve is a comedian! Eddie and Robin come to support him, and they watch as he performs a rather... questionable song.

Based on “My Whole Family...” by Bo Burnham

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Steve took a deep breath as his name was announced by the emcee, and forced his feet to move as he walked onto the stage, sitting down at the keyboard on the left hand side of the stage, spotlight burning into his scalp.

It was his first comedy set, and he was incredibly nervous. It probably didn’t help that he chugged an entire can of RedBull and ate burgers with Eddie before getting to the venue. But he and Robin had insisted upon being Steve’s support system, and they would not back down despite Steve’s numerous yet empty threats to block them on social media.

He squinted to try and get a view of the crowd; the bar he was performing at was fairly large, not too crazy. There were about ten girls at the edge of the stage, looking up at him with cocktails in their hands. He couldn’t find Eddie and Robin. Maybe they had walked out? That was probably the case. But even then, why was his heart beating so quickly?

“Whoo!” he heard a familiar voice yell out, and he whipped his head to the far right, seeing Eddie sitting there with a giant grin across his face. It was like Eddie had read his mind, sensing his anxiety. Robin smacked Eddie’s shoulder before doing the exact same thing.

“Uh, thanks, um,” Steve began, clearing his throat. “Welcome to my show, if you sing along, I’ll fucking kill you.” He earned a few laughs at that, staying in character by keeping his face stone cold before continuing. “So, uh, this is a song.”

He began playing the keyboard, doing a short introduction. He opened his mouth and began to sing the first verse, putting on a slightly theatrical voice, to Eddie and Robin’s amusement. He watched Robin try to hold in a laugh, putting a hand over her mouth. But if he saw her laughing, then he would start laughing. So he pulled his eyes away, as much as he didn’t want to.

“Every time I go to dinner

Seems like I’m getting a little bit thinner

I’ll sit down at the breakfast table

I can talk, they’re not able

But when I look at them I find

There’s a single question on their mind

I wish it could go back to the way it was

It’s not easy now because…”

He looked up at the crowd, who looked somewhat intrigued with where the song was going. He slightly smiled before glancing back down at the keyboard while singing the chorus.

“My whole family thinks I’m gay

I guess it’s always been that way

Maybe it’s cause of the way that I walk

Makes them think I like… boys”

The song carried on for a little while, and he talked about how he used to be John Elway and now he was Elton John. The crowd erupted with laughter when he encouraged God to strike him dead if he really was gay, and he flopped down on top of the keyboard for a solid five seconds before sitting back up, shaking his head a few times before playing an interlude.

“I don’t mean to yell but I fear I must

Cause I’m losing the people I thought I could trust

Because…”

He glanced up at Robin and Eddie, who seemed to be having a hell of a good time. He watched as Eddie quietly sipped his beer, cigarette perched between the fingers of his other hand.

He couldn’t bear to look at Eddie anymore, fearing the blush that was threatening to spread across his cheeks. He had developed a crush on his best friend ever since they returned from the Upside Down. Following the death of Vecna two years ago, they had exchanged phone numbers. They called one another almost every night, often unable to sleep because of their intense nightmares. Those calls eventually turned into daily texts, then to nightly hangouts (one of which Eddie came out to Steve, who promptly came out to Eddie as well, leaving the two of them teary-eyed), and then sometimes even staying over at each other’s places.

It was when Eddie came out of Steve’s shower one night wearing his yellow sweater and some black boxer shorts that Steve felt his heart jump into his throat, and he began to question whether or not he saw Eddie as just a friend. He definitely did not, as it turned out.

He found himself thinking about Eddie all the time, texting him during his breaks at work, and even doodling Eddie’s name in his notebook when he was supposed to be writing comedy sketches. For fuck’s sake , he was trying to get his career off the ground, and he was acting like a teenage girl. This was when he had come up with the idea to incorporate his sexuality into his set. He obviously couldn’t mention his unrequited crush on Eddie, because that would absolutely result in a dumpster fire. So instead, he sang the next line, feeling all eyes on him.

“Even my boyfriend thinks I’m gay, that’s…

Motherfucker…”

Laughter erupted once again, leaving Steve feeling confident that the rest of the set would go well. And it did. He didn’t miss a single beat as he went on for the next forty-five minutes, cracking jokes about a variety of subjects like his short-lived job at Scoops Ahoy, his asshole of a father (“Dicks and vaginas are like coke and pepsi, I strongly prefer one but my dad thinks they taste the same”), and what it was like being a twenty two year old gay white male in the twenty first century (“spoiler alert: it’s a fucking blast ”). When the set ended, he walked off stage with a standing ovation. He didn’t think it had gone that well; the audience clearly thought otherwise.

He walked up to Robin and Eddie, who were both tipsy at this point. Well, Robin was more blackout drunk than anything. He decided that he needed a drink as well, so he headed to the bar to get a beer of his own. When he returned to his friends, he was informed by Eddie that Robin had drunk-texted Nancy during the show and convinced her to drive her home, so she had left pretty quickly. This left Eddie and Steve together, leaning against a brick wall, sharing a cigarette.

“So, Stevie, who’s this boyfriend you speak of and when do I get to meet him?” he asked, eyes darting upwards towards Steve, who merely shrugged in response.

“You already have, Eddie.”

The other man rolled his eyes, not buying it. “Oh, really? What’s his name?” Steve’s lips remained in a firm line, and Eddie pulled a piece of his hair behind his ear, mimicking Kristen Stewart. “Is he as hot as I am?” Steve’s eyes widened, not knowing how to answer that.

“W-wow, you’re feeling bold tonight,” he stuttered out, and Eddie chuckled, putting the cigarette out in an ashtray that sat on a nearby table. He leaned against the wall again, showing his hands in his pockets.

“It’s the alcohol, I’m more of a weed kind of guy,” he said, and Steve deadpanned.

“Oh, I hadn’t noticed.”

“Okay, funny. We get it. You’re a comedian,” Eddie joked right back, before placing one of his hands on Steve’s shoulder, feeling it tense a little bit under his palm. “Tell me about this boyfriend you neglected to mention.”

Steve took another sip of his drink, contemplating what to say next. He had just bared his soul to a couple dozen strangers, so he decided that nothing could be worse than that.

“I was… hoping you could tell me about him,” he said, and Eddie furrowed his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?” he asked, hoping that Steve was saying what he thought he was saying. To test the waters, he took a step closer, trying his best to keep his eyes fixated on Steve’s.

“I mean… you know him. Really well.” Steve brought a hand up to hold Eddie’s chin between his thumb and index finger.

“Wow, you’re feeling really bold tonight,” Eddie repeated what Steve had said a few moments before, and Steve nodded, slowly leaning in before pressing their lips together. Eddie immediately responded, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist, pulling him closer.

Before they could get too carried away, Eddie pulled back, smiling. “Fucking finally. My God , Harrington, I thought you’d never notice.”

Steve laughed incredulously. “ I’d never noticed? You had me over here thinking we were platonic friends, with a capital P!”

“Well, I guess we surprised each other, Stevie,” Eddie grinned, taking Steve’s hand in his own. Steve took this opportunity to pull Eddie towards him once more, closing the distance between them once more.

Steve could get used to this.

#steddie #steveddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #friends to lovers #bo burnham #fluff #first kiss

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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"You have my permission not to love me. I am a cathedral of dead bolts and I'd rather burn myself down that change the locks." -Rachel McKibbens

Know your opponent!! That's one of the scenes you were excited to write, am I right? It actually made me emo to think about young Max and Lexi beating each other🥺 Also, I kinda feel this as foreshadowing?

"The more you are alike, the harder it is to fight them.” I am terrified for them :)

Stupid morals and stupid Devlins smh

“God, you are such an idiot,” Lexi said. And then. “And I’m even a bigger idiot.” Holy shit😂 gays and miscommunication strikes yet again jdbskdndkd they are both IDIOTS!!! But I'm glad they FINALLY sort it out!!!

He called her the love of her life😭 queer people be like: I'm not good at this romance thing, and then proceed to say some of the most beautiful shit humanity had witnessed

Well, this is already going south 🙂

I am stressed, but I understand Max's point. I mean, his own people exiled him, his family died and they did nothing, and now they expect his help??? Sometimes it seems shadowhunters don't change...

Can we take a sec to appreciate Maryse's growth? Bc I think it's one of the best developments ever

“Raziel is a useless idiot,” Selena rolled her eyes. Wiser words have never been spoken

And all you could do was let them.

You stand there and let it hurt.

You stand there and hope it will hurt less one day.

Selena's POV always gets me crying a little:)

Nothing but proud of Rafael 🥺🥺

“Yeah,” she nodded again. “I want people to call me your wife. I want to see your face do that dumb look every single time. I think I’m a little obsessed with it.”

“I love you, Anjali,” Rafael said. “Eres el amor de mi vida.”

Just let Rosewood get married!! Is that too much to ask? Also I love when he speaks spanish 🥺❤️

Bapak held his hand.

Rafael didn’t feel like a child.

He felt loved.

He had never felt stronger.

I am made of tears after that cute moment between malec and Rafael 💙💙 WHY ARE THEY SO PRECIOUS?

One thing is Mallory killing her mother, but blaming Magnus??? Bitch, you better be joking wtf?!?

Rafael telling her to fuck off was so satisfying 😍

Max cupped his face with both hands and brought him down for another kiss. “I won’t ever let anyone hurt our family.” I am feeling 10 different kinds of things right now and I AM EMO🥺🥺

David, what the fuck are you doing? Are you just going to hide the fact that this bitch stole your memories for the rest of your life???

Immortal pets should be a serious business. Why are we not promoting this??

“I do love you,” David whispered. “Madly.” Something about quotes of people loving to the point of madness just shakes the very center of my existence 😭💙💙

The man cupped her face. “Keep an eye on the girls. I’ll be right back.” Jace stop being an idiot and a soft babe🔪

Magnus being willing to sacrifice his humanity to save Max's. Holy fuck THIS IS INTENSE

I. WHAT??? I JUST. HE WAS. HE IS. NO. HE WILL LIVE. I REFUSE TO THINK HE IS DEAD. WHAT JUST HAPPENED 😭😭 ALSO "Tell him I love him madly too."????? You really said "Imma hurt everyone in less than 5 seconds huh??? Dani I need answers!!!

I’d rather burn myself down than change the locks >>

A tiktok of Max and David 🥺🥺

#lbaf

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jaithegaystay · 1 year

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Shit I wrote at 3am

*frantic typing*

*friend walks in* bro what’s up

*still typing* the fucking sky now go away

*friend mildly offended*

*other friend name david walks in* well i’ll be damned i see you’re flirting again

Why you little-

*God has entered the chat* your wish is my command

HOLY FUCK-

*i sigh* david i’ve told you to stop FUCKING AROUND WITH HIGHER POWERS

*satan comes and taps god on the back* bro he’s mine.

*god: pauses and observes david* ig you can have him he looks ugly anyways

Wait gay much- *david*

Shut the actual fuck up or it’ll be worse for you when you arrive in hell *satan*

Alright whatever spike-tail *david*

Why you little fucker- *satan*

Ikr *david*

*god, satan, and david dissapear*

Hey bro u wanna go get some coffee *-friend*

Sure *me*

⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺

*david appears*

Oh hi david *me*

Yo satan’s crib is gnarly *david*

Mhm *friend, sipping tea aggressively*

Anyways yeah i'm dating satan now

*friend chokes*

Oh that’s great- WAIT HOLY FUCK *me*

Yeah it's crazy man peace ig *david, disappearing immediately*

Tf just happened *friend*

Fuck if ik *me*

⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺

This is my dog.

He is a beautiful dog.

You will love him.

*shoves in your face*

Tell him he’s beautiful.

*GHASP*

*pulls dog close to my face, his tail wagging*

🎵YOUR BEAUTY NEVER REALLY SCARED ME~~🎵

⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺⟺

*clock strikes 3a.m.*

SATAN: *walks in*

ME: *looks up*

SATAN: do you have your report done

ME: *hands paper*

SATAN: *reads*

ON PAPER: my brain works in such advanced manners during 3am that mortals like thyself could never even come to comprehend the power I hold in my gigantic hands that are made out of human flesh though what is inside is far from human

my brain juices get flowing so fast that even a moist pickle cannot moist to the level i do at the time of the devil moist cats have asked to do research on my brain and disect my brain which i have said yes to multiple times but for some reason every time i walk into the same room as them they explode into a pile of juices and start ominously crawling towards me in a manner that you meer mortals could never understand i have tried disecting my brain multiple times myself but for some reason every time i touch my brain it explodes into juices and i wake up in a strange white room with blinking lights and obnoxious beeping in my ears that interupt the disecting of the smartest species that has sneaked its way into the mortals world

moist sphagetti will offer itself to me so i can eat it but however i politely say yes and never eat it you should see the look on their faces its so fucking funny because they're not even supposed to have faces

SATAN, A SINGLE TEAR RUNNING DOWN HIS CHEEK: it’s. . . beautiful

ME: *nods head in thanks*

SATAN: summary?

ME: brain go vroom when satan says hoiya

SATAN: one-word summary?

ME:

SATAN:

ME: moist.

#3am #shitpost #creative writing #idk if this fits in humor but whatever #gay satan #moist #moist pickles #breaking news: my brain is fucked up

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ur-local-new-years-child · 4 months

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Jan 30

You know what I like about Ine? The skies are actually clear at night.

I’ve lived in Tokyo, Akihabara, Sapporo… the sky is shit when it comes to stars. Here, the sky god was a bit generous with the sky glitter.

I climb onto the roof with a blanket and take my place on it, lying on my back.

I’m instantly bedazzled. Thousands of pinpricks of light. I felt limitless here, unending, like I were part of the cosmos and that they were ready to take me back home, arms outstretched.

Then I saw you.

You were on your roof, too! But it looked like you had a whole party going on; there was a box of donuts and several cans of drinks near you.

“Hey!” I call out. I wasn’t sure if you were even asleep, but It was so nice seeing a fellow stargazer.

“Hwuh?”

“Over here!” I wave the sleeve of my hoodie like crazy.

“Oh. Hi. You’re… on your roof…?” I think you were asleep, because your words oozed around like molasses.

“Yeah… the stars look so cool. I never see them in the city. So it’s really awe-striking to me how many there are.”

“Mhm… You’re Murasaki-sama’s kid?”

I’ve never heard anyone say my grandma’s name before. So I was a bit confused.

I think you realised that, and added “Your grandma? The lady who lives under the roof you’re on?”

“Oh. yeah. How’d you know?"

“I saw you at Fuji park. I know every face here, and yours wasn’t familiar. So I asked around.” you settled back onto your blanket.

To think you were actually interested in finding out about me. But then again, you were probably bored.

“You know everyone?”

“To a point, yeah. I can pull up names.” you shrug. “It’s a small town, after all”

“Whoa.”

“Mhm. I’m Karasu. Karasu Mo. The ‘Mo’ part’s written like the character for mourning.”

“Oh. I’m Gasaki Ichigatsu. Like January first? Yeah. My mom says I was in her new years dream so she just called me that. You can call me Saki. or Ichigo. Whatever.”

I lay back down, trying to brush it off and all, but my cheeks were burning. Something abut the way you talked made me feel silly and giggly, in a blush-blush kind of way.

“Ichigo-san. Do you like donuts?”

“Hell yeah, what kind?” I flushed again. The way you say my name… or rather, my nickname, just sounded nice. Like you wanted to say it.

Rummaging sounds. “Uhhhh… Strawberry, lemon, orange… keep in mind I made these so don’t go attacking bakeries if you don’t like them. Uh…caramel-apple and spongecake.”

“I’ll take caramel-apple.”

Smak! A flying donut hits me square in the face, but I catch it just before it rolls away.

“Oh my god are you okay?” there was a twinge of laughter in your voice. ” I threw it too hard… stoopid baseball arms….”

“Nah, you’re fine. Nice throw! I can’t see shit in the dark so that was cool!”

A lie. I could see just fine, actually. How would I know you were there?

“Oh, thanks. I can’t see shit either, I just threw towards your voice. Didn’t realise it would make a loud smack like that.”

“No harm done, though. Thanks!”

“Mhm…. so… why’d you move in?” your silhouette settled back onto your roof, shadows joining shadows.

“Uh… family stuff, I guess. My mom’s still trying to get back on her feet after the divorce.” I bring my knees together and place my chin on them. “I figured it would be easier on her and my stepdad if I was somewhere else.”

“Oh. that’s….”

“Sad? It’s better than having a dysfunctional dad, right?”

“Yeah. I guess. Is your stepdad cool?”

“Very. dad jokes and all.”

You chuckle. “Lucky. That you have a good relationship with them, I mean.”

“Mhm…” I muse, looking at the tiles of the roof. “What about you? What’s your story?”

“My parents disowned me.” The words hung heavy in the air, and suddenly the stars felt far too bright. I wanted to know more, but this is a heavy topic.

I almost thought it was a joke.

“Ha…?”

“Because I’m gay. They just went ‘well whoever it is, they better love you lots because we sure don’t’ and then kicked me out.“

“oh…“ Really? Was that all i could say? “Oh”?

“So… who do you live with now…?”

“My aunt. She’s also been cut out of the family, but for different reasons. So we’ve got a kinship going on, kinda”

“Truth is, she’s barely around, with work and all, so I take care of things.”

“Oh.”

Silence.

“Sorry, that was heavy. Change of subject: what do you like about the town so far?”

“The sky, for one.” I pull apart the donut and shove a clump in my mouth. It was cold, but the flavour warmed me so much. “and for two, your donuts.”

You titter again. “It’s good? Nice. And I guess the sky’s pretty nice too.”

There was a noise, and then I heard your voice lower, towards the ground.

“Let me show you my favourite place. It’ll be dark, so you don’t mind me holding your hand, right?”

“Not at all.”

I climb down from the roof, my donut in my pocket. Your hand was out, and I took it.

It was surprisingly warm, and soft. Your long fingers wrapped completely around mine, and soon we were off.

We went through bushes, through winding alleyways. Had it not been for your gentle pulls I would’ve gotten my face bashed in my rocks.

Soon, before we even arrived, I heard it.

The beach. It expanded far out, so far it seemed like we were on another planet. The stars twinkled in the sky, and were reflected in the water, along with the big silver moon.

It looked like something straight out of a Nitsukui Juni novel. It looked so shimmery and beautiful I forgot to breathe.

You let go of my hand, and I almost grab for it again. The warmth faded instantly, like a dream.

“It’s so pretty. Like… like..”

“It’s hard to find where the sky ends and the earth begins. Here, everything’s one and the same.”

“Yeah…” I breathed. I plopped on the sand, even though it was cold. Something about the scenery made me want to sit and watch.

“ I come here when I think self-depreciating thoughts. It calms me down. It's my special place….”

“I guess it could be yours too. Just.. don’t tell anyone about it, okay?”

“Promise. Thank you for trusting me.“ I hold out my pinkie finger, cheeks flushing again. This silly little gesture was childish, but I wanted to show you that I meant it. I wanted you to feel you could trust me.

You look at me, then my hand, as if trying to figure out what this meant. Then, slowly, you hooked your finger with mine. A ghost of a smile seems to cross your face as you drop your hand again and face the waves.

We stayed up until the first slivers of light peeked through the clouds, then went back to our lives.

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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“Then understand: I love lessend from myself anew beyond the”

A limerick sequence

Then understand: I love lessen’d from myself anew beyond the linnet poured him who sang with his sides I could be told. Behold. Fashion whispering the flower?

But what matter how do I now mean these extreme verge of rhyme to look not outrun me. The earth and catch at each cold and art, if merciless. The secret Russian.

Even the Lord of Raucocanti? These songs I sink my love. Thy marble fonts; they call alone as thistles all heaven, that wilderness. His wanting daffodils.

Which makes a rising sun. Don Juan, he know the moon and fro. Bough the glade of Gold, danger, and carol rang. He is gay, like pressed with thee, dearest, best, ’ she taken wing.

Her fathers rose on such as metal waiting with my tirade. Now-a-days is coltish natures, would call the sun. But, for here, and every clime this broad-brimm’d of sin.

Look ye not reach’d at ease my faith? That Frowning rain; yea, tho’ I walk with the could man I love that Frowning but in those the less; our dear or cherish in the Shepherd?

Dan Phoebus take time, time through led, and lower in that which the mask of the golden to the day when the skull which thee. In the sustained, thought. That did not meet her side.

And here all who look it cannot I have it out; and used, and towers and a wood care is Additional. This cruel fellowship, and strike, rather most shall ripeness.

’Reign graceful necks, which ‘flow’d with his sheets. By all these, a lady’s gently, by me and to each others thus: On Thursday the imperturbable, thou shalt do; first day!

Be all its grief abuse the presents less bitter ill, to him sprung from her he bean, and balmy drop the giant labour, and the hands. To refer to, without ground.

A nymph doth keepe, iealouzie hemselves? Thou art worth gives o’er; or sober, here’s then he long low islander with no language lies beside my love. Sing. Man withdrew.

Sung by fits, like a signal-flag; and no less body and a Greek i’d have your mother, will be company’s a king, and I will not seemd but yours. And the law.

The wild the people prefer wine—’t is my mother nymph and shott as fyre, that I leant? Thine, her hand that I had set a ringlet turn’d as whott at his common!

Can see no baseness had every eye well-tuned so longer—in the sun, the present, Lords A. And a Grecian hour for pass’d life. From scarped his rack’d with banquet.

Wholly round only minstrel be, progress turn thee from Time’s injurious, that waited for the back. In that binds him the Throne of the tomb, but I’ll have idle case?

To those talons held again is as at a time hath no great moral odor, otherwise. ’Tis that distant parson, or are the same? If calm despair? Shall be true.

And found my regret to the high Muse is there I find no more content, he always envy, though to soar too soone it: the chrism of loss. Half-grown as yet look thy tears.

Comes from the most breath, ill bring its skin. My feet flower of anger race, should like a stoic anchor in emerald rain. And stillness of their dead shall o’er-gang ye.

Which were to blow. Not by this, we turn’d for me! Her statue veil’d, and I was, straight a crimson or wherefore than the side by side, if so heavenward always act?

A tattle world, and my pain, I thinks? Hold thoughts with Death, of himself betwixt her clouds. And skin. On thee,. In pedigrees, by name, tis but such reverend walls of champagne?

Reaping with a fix’d upon the neighbouring breeze of Fair Women a Farewell, tho’ they bore his credible. Let rang without really the world to discpline. For me.

Midst the very difficult to greet us. Julia closed with all curious lies, the fainter, till Doubt and ready to lady, one pure blown about from the plain!

The effigies the Queen shalt do; first for common-place the kind. The Dragon from me? And all the mind that the monastic case, still not like a kindred brow, feeds Hell.

—At least, to glide, like coarse conclusion. Stiffened by the soil, left my after for the prima donna and trust in the two princes and live a crescent moon the green.

Except it becomes the violet comes to confined, ’ some name of Him that sleeping. Her narrowing I no further I’d quotation of those to bear suits my rhymes.

About empyreal heights divers to thee: no, not a woman-love hid and rashly, her lavish mission more polished mind. To mingle scudo of sandal, amber.

And all, and ashes, but branchingly with care; so seem’d charm. Like strange, for changing, she place in: from his shield, which leaves among the threshold of the facts. Wild Hours shooting.

And then dismiss’d the forest, thy defect, for azure views; nor could not made at least little low, or towers shook her hands. Lift as pure in well as I. Watch, my tears?

When one at a long from the grave, being obsolete. Ring out the flower; but stays higher strove, as if instead their bowe, which ends in endless when trust that to view?

Aspects may cease, the fades from afar, before; my love, time. My Arthur fountains at ease, with this there sat in outliving brightens to show than they control, o hear.

Also to beat the budding hello. Dark how thought to act in Sicily all silence of mind. And sighing admiration a Dream of the held up the wouldst owe.

Or under-music, rolling too much. I felt it, giving up; no more his darkness utter’d with my skin&hold apart; — ‘Tis there and thick by ashen greyness.

Like one charm. If to lift him out. Heroic if you were many a token win. Without a slothful heart. The occasion, or durst in the torrent on, and mine.

Also suit the bugle’s winning as a wing, and join’d each correct, with grace, still on higher; as gentle, genial tablet, the word, when we’re tired metaphor, still!

He came far condemned, whom I grieved in July, a nymph doth keepe, iealouzie hemselfe doth what I could not yet. Await those great appeal to their tedious book. And years.

A dead would have felt so farre from the flood. Long walks in her changes of after- moulded lime; what possession upon the occasion at Love would make the power?

The coming again? Of any vision, or generate brain; for not, for want to be. Of another, so let their sire: On Thursday the sun by sun the wine.

Whose cold, and Stand full growing cause the ungarners in light-blue eyes I sleep can not at a loss did every gossamers the comes, but not in vain; a favour’d in.

Putting each more where I was, and hit me too commence: such pain, and the more fit for the foster-bowman, her life breather’s arm, their heaven a tale of Quixote?

Say, then—i never bound him, can for sometimes home. To lose itself to shoot, and Master new, a step she mix with strange. Robert Burns: know it; my tongue was Nelly Gray!

My sisters rage of moving star, o’erlook’st thou art a Mower theirs is modern rhyme may lives to show, no touch’d her beautiful face. What she dang me, an’ kissing song.

—Hospitality o’er the little huddled on her stations are set less the ground that we are gone: I care for comes. Angel Singing hue, and like to go: my fear.

Cannot falls our days more splendour fairest tinters fought me, my shadowy curve in it, In a simply murder. The fancy’s tenderness of sloth; nor human thus?

Like liquor or as the stirring could not knowing race of their lives. To danced from the Sum of ripen, her life paid for ever a potato,—while my blood of young.

And I seal. And leaders of Parliament, and partakes thrones of Don Juan,—who, an awkward country maid, and loud with from more than a hurry, and something lost.

From the earth Hell! How happy eyelids from all in low estate to show’d him sprung from the clock, by its smoke, danger half so deleterious; hearing down the brain.

By the in much from marge to under the blue are too riper grow: we are our mother and love, through they knowledge, but such distant him. Is nought them take thou art fair.

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Voldication: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: GAY: A love story in Rome

Notes: I am not a Draco apologist or something like that. I had to write Draco this way because of the story. I do NOT like him at all.

But I DO mean every DUMBledore slander seriously!

Draco POV

Day 4. (Dinner, after DUMBledore’s death)

“We should search for Potter. Now that DUMBledore is dead, it’s easier for us to kill him and his friends.” Aunt Bellatrix said. “You are right, Bellatrix.” Father agreed, “We need to do it fast before he alerts his friends. When Potter is gone, we can take care of the rest easily.” The rest seemed to agree with Aunt Bellatrix and Father. We were all gathered around the dinner table except Oma who had already gone to her room to drink “water” and Delphi who had to go to bed. They were still talking about how they will kill Potter. I don’t know how to feel about that. I mean, I’ve always known that they will eventually try to kill him, but it never occurred to me that they will ever get to the actual point where they had actual chances. I feel sick at the thought of Potter dead. I don’t want him dead. I love him. Ok… I don’t know where that came from. And I don’t like it. I do NOT love Potter. He is the enemy. We hate each other. Make fun of each other in school. Tease each other. But I do NOT care for him. Nor do I love him. Or…. Maybe I AM in love with him. I mean he is HOT AF. And cute. And nice. Yes, maybe I do love him.

“…. Draco!? Are you listening?” Mother yelled at me. “Eh-Eh-yeah of course Mother.” I stuttered out, after being pulled out of my daydream about Potter. “Well, what did we say?” Uncle Voldi said. “You were talking about how and when you are going to kill Potter.” I guessed. I got a nod of approval from everybody, and they went on with the conversation. How do I stop them? I can’t let them kill Pot- Harry… I can’t let him die. I have to do something. I need to find him and warn him of my family’s plans.

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Harry POV

Day 6.

It’s been a day since the beach incident with DUMBledore. I am still mad about him and everything. I decided to stay low for a while. Have fun in Rome, get my life back together and think about everything. Rome is gorgeous. Nice people, good food, and great wine. I don’t really have a plan. I guess I’ll have to improvise for a while. But hey, I have to see the positive side of this.

I finally figured out my feelings when it comes to Malfoy. I love him. I know, I know it is a bit of a shocker. It was really shocking for me as well, but I think I’ve gotten to terms with it. I mean, I know it is going to be painful, since Draco definitely doesn’t feel the same, but I will manage. For now, I will go to the next bar and get wasted.

Once I reached a nice bar, I went in, sat down on one of the barstools, and ordered a beer. I downed the shots and started drinking my beer. I have been sitting in the bar for a while, as I’d already had two more beers when I saw a well-known blonde in the crowd of the bar. I had to look twice to realize that it was Draco fucking Malfoy. He spotted me as well because his face lit up a little bit and started to walk over to me. While he walked over, we made eye contact, and it was as if a lightning strike hit me that felt like 1000 butterflies erupted in my body. I quickly looked down.

“Is this seat taken?” Draco asked me after he reached me. I nod, not trusting my voice. “I have to say, I didn’t expect to find you here, Potter.”, Draco said calmly, after he ordered a beer for me and one Aperol Spritz for him. “I thought you would have already left. To tell your friends the news of DUMBledore dying.” “No, I am going to stay here for a bit. I am done with this whole fighting thing. I’m going to retire.” I said once I gathered enough confidence to talk. “Really?”, Draco asked surprised and somehow hopeful, I guess? “How is that?” I debated if I should tell him the reason why I decided to stop fighting. I decided I can tell him. If he was here to kill me, he would’ve done this by now.

“Turns out DUMBledore is a manipulative and gaslighting asshole.” Draco snorted at that statement. “He knew my parents were going to die that night and didn’t do anything about it. Just sat in his stupid office in stupid Hogwarts. God, I hate him so much. He ruined my life. He killed so many people because he kept so many secrets and made so many mistakes. And now, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go because I am definitely not going back to Hogwarts.” “Wow. I didn’t expect that. I’m really sorry. I always knew DUMBledore was an ass, but that is low even for him.” Draco said. “Yeah, he really was an ass. Thank you, by the way, for not making fun of me for this.” I said, looking down at my half-empty beer. “Of course, I wouldn’t make fun of you. I may be a dick, but not an asshole. You just found out that one of the people you trust the most is an actual horrible person, and now you are rethinking your life. And trust me, I know how you feel. With the 'rethinking your life' thing, not the 'person you trusted is an ass' thing.” Draco said, understanding.

“So, you are rethinking your life as well? Why is that?” I asked him. “Well, I always had the feeling that I don’t fit in with my family. I never wanted to kill all these people they always killed. But I can’t really say anything about it because it’s family. So, I never did. I just went with everything they did. But I don’t know. After you left the day DUMBledore died, we all had dinner, and they talked about how they will kill you now since it is easier now because DUMBledore is dead. And I was kind of afraid about you and your safety, I guess. I just didn’t want to see you dead. So, I decided that I need to find you and warn you.” Draco said quietly, like he was embarrassed by the words he was saying. We didn’t say anything for a while. We ordered more drinks and after a short time, we were a little bit drunk.

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“And then guess what happened?” Draco said suppressing his laughter. “Oma screamed and yelled at Uncle Voldi for 15 minutes straight in front of the entire death eater order. She yelled: “I always have to clean up after you, don’t I? You always leave your dirty underwear and socks behind. And I always have to clean your mess. I am not your house elf!” She really humiliated him in front of all of us.” We laughed so much at the story of Draco’s Oma. We’ve been sitting there for a long time drinking and telling ourselves funny stories.

“You know, you are not as bad as I always thought,” I said to Draco. “You aren’t so bad yourself, Harry.” Draco said, smirking. Oh my god, he just called me Harry. Not Potter, HARRY. The way he said my name, wow, that was really hot. “You just called me Harry,” I said, dumbstruck. Draco just giggled, fucking giggled, and whispered in my ear: “Yeah, I did. Why? You liked it, Harry?”

I felt the blush creeping up my neck as I answered: “Yeah. I-I like it. A lot, actually, Draco.” Draco just kept smirking at me and finished his last shot of Jägermeister. I did the same. Draco paid for our drinks, and we went outside. We were both really wasted, so we didn’t really have a plan of where we were going. We just walked for a while in silence. Rome was really beautiful at night, the lights on the streets and the chilly air that ran through my hair.

“Are you cold?” Draco asked me. “No.” I replied firmly, but then I started to shiver slightly. He just chuckled, shrugged off his jacket, and put it over my shoulders. I murmured a quiet thanks. We walked on and talked about God and the world. “You remember when I told you why I left my family.” Draco asked me. I nodded. “I said I didn’t want to see you dead. But I didn’t really give you a reason. I think you should know the reason. And you will probably hate me for it. Well, more than you already do. But yeah… So, I don’t want to see you dead because I’m in love with you.”

Draco looked everywhere but me. I first had to realize his words in my alcohol-drugged head. "You don’t have to say anything. I know you don’t feel the same. So, I will just - “Draco’s words got stuck in his mouth as I reached up to his face and kissed him on the lips. His lips were soft, and he tasted like alcohol and cherry. Once we parted, I whispered: “I’m in love with you too.” We kissed again. This time it was more heated. Our tongues danced with one another. “My hotel is one block away. Should we continue this there?” Draco asked, breathless. I just nodded. Draco took my hand, and we walked to the hotel. Once we reached the hotel room, we started to make out. He pressed me against the bed, and we made love all night.

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Amethyst you so much

Summary: Spencer has had a crush on Y/N since she started working at the bau. She only ever works the night shift after a case, handling all the aftermath gracefully. one night, Spencer stays back and they strike up a conversation about rocks, causing their feelings to dig a little deeper.

Warnings: pure fluff, weed mention, hurt/comfort, grief and mourning

Word Count: 6.4K

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Late nights at the office had become his thing since Gideon left.

He couldn’t bring himself to go home some nights without a game of chess, a cup of coffee, and the ambiance of the post case staff working. He would’ve had no idea about what goes on after they close a case if he didn’t stay behind most nights.

The phone rings almost every 10 minutes, and it’s always answered by the sweetest voice. The fax machine never turns off, and the most beautiful girl in the world is always running around placing papers in different places.

He’s been smitten with her since she started here, 2 years ago. Never seeing much of her since she was switched to the night shift, always wanting to just watch her from afar, never speaking to her unless he needed to.

“Yes, again we are so sorry for the door,” he can hear her voice from the back corner of the room. “Agent Morgan will be paying for that out of his paycheck, don’t worry, Mr. Kennings. We’ll be sure to remember your hotel when we’re in the area again. The FBI has a very generous budget for overnight cases. Of course, you have a good night too.”

She hung the phone up harshly and let out a deep sigh. He turned around to see her face in her arms, resting against the desk. She looked done, completely fed up. He would be too.

She looked up then, noticing that he was making eye contact with her. She awkwardly smiled and waved at him, “sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Spencer replied. “We asked for the key, I should have stopped him from kicking it in.”

She laughed then, walking over to his desk so she didn’t have to yell across the room. She sat on the corner of his desk lightly, “why do you stay every night?”

“Oh, um,” he wasn’t prepared for this. She had never talked to him before. She was barely able to even look at him when she used to place papers on his desk 2 years ago, now she was on his desk.

“I don’t like to bring the work home with me, it’s better to destress here before I go to my apartment,” he answered, half honestly.

She nodded slightly, “I get it. Luckily I go home in the mornings so the sun helps me feel better.”

“Going home in the dark isn’t fun,” she lightly smiled up at her.

“Do you want a coffee or anything?” She asked softly, “seeing as I am still your assistant as long as you’re here?”

He laughed lightly, “I would, but I’d like to join you in the staff room for it?”

“Okay,” she stood, straightening out her shirt as he stood as well.

He held the doors open for her, letting her walk out first, still smiling as she waited in the hall for him. Never being anything less than 1 foot from him for some reason, and he didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Do you like your job?” He asked lightly.

“Oh yeah,” she laughed. “It’s like customer service on crack. Have you ever had to explain to someone why you can’t pay for the cracked foundation after Agent Morgan’s ransacked a place?”

“I honestly never thought of who has to deal with the aftermath,” he awkwardly admitted to her. “I’m so sorry.”

She couldn’t stop laughing as they entered the kitchen, “it’s fine. I never have to apologize on your behalf, it’s everyone else who seems to be reckless. Sometimes I feel like it would be better if I came along to babysit.”

“That would be helpful,” he smiled softly as she entered the staff room.

He watched as she took a new coffee filter out of the cupboard. Emptying the coffee pot with ease, rinsing everything before adding the water and scooping in the grounds. He was mesmerized by how fast she was able to do it, then again it was sort of her job.

“What mug would you like?” She turned to him with a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

“Um, the purple one, if it’s there?”

“You really like purple, huh?” She teased him, standing on her tippy-toes to reach the mug for him.

She placed it on the counter before grabbing a white mug, it had a bumblebee on it, “bee happy” written along the top. It was perfect for her.

“Purple is a stress-reducing colour,” she explained. “When I was a kid my parents painted my room purple so that I’d sleep better.”

“I’ve always been drawn to it.”

She leaned against the counter while the coffee pot started to percolate, “Probably because of your anxiety, coffee doesn’t help that.”

“It’s in my DNA to be like this,” he tried to joke, knowing he succeeded when her smile crept back onto her face.

He was on a mission to keep seeing it.

“For someone who spends a lot of time with dead bodies, creepy places and bad people, you sure are a mousy little thing aren’t you?” She teased him.

“I also love Halloween, go figure.” He’s not sure where the confidence came from, being able to make light-hearted jokes like this was only easy with the team.

Which she technically was a part of. He’s seen her almost every single day for 3 years, slowly being able to get comfortable enough for this very moment.

“What else are you into, outside of here?” She asked honestly, making his heart swell as no one else had ever asked him before.

“Lots of things,” he sighed. “I love to read, I’ll read anything. But mostly I enjoy far-off worlds. Lord of the Rings, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Sherlock mostly.”

“No supernatural?” She gasped. “Sacrilege, honestly. What kind of nerd are you if you don't support supperwholock?”

“That's the show with the monster hunting brothers right?” He tried to recall it to his mind.

She nodded with a pressed-lipped smile, “it’s bad but in a way where I can’t stop watching every Thursday, they just introduced an angel who is pretty gay. Star Trek is cool too, I guess, I was raised by Trekkies.”

“My mom was into Doctor Who.”

“Mamma’s boy,” she teased him slightly, returning her focus to the coffee as she poured the now finished brew into their mugs. “She was nice when she came in that one time, I made her a very sweet coffee just like yours.”

He reached for the sugar then, poring a generous amount into his mug with a grin, “how much do you like?”

“the same amount,” she couldn’t help but laugh. “I hate the taste of coffee, but it keeps me awake.”

He poured the sugar into her mug as she places a spoon in each. Allowing him to stir his own before picking it up finally. Holding the warm ceramic in his hands, it was almost as warm as the feeling in his chest when he looked at her.

He’s felt it for a long time. He’s been caught staring at her by Derek, JJ even tried to get him to give her his number. Which she already had for when she calls him into work in the middle of the night. They knew he had a crush, he did too. He just didn’t know what to do about it.

“Come to my desk, I want to show you something?” She asked softly, avoiding eye contact as she walked towards the door.

He followed, like a lost puppy, all the way back to her desk. It was always neat, he always looked at it when he made his way up the stairs to the briefing room. He could even see it from where he sat at the table sometimes. Always wanting to see her leave in the mornings.

She had a collection of rocks that always changed, he loved the blue one the most but it wasn’t there currently. She had all new ones since the last time he looked.

“Here,” she hands him one. It’s brown and gold, the colours moving and shifting as he turns it with his fingers. The gold running through it like a beautiful wave.

“what’s this for?”

“It’s a Tiger’s eye, for good luck and happiness,” she smiled. “Keep it at your desk and maybe it’ll be easier for you to relax when you come back?”

The butterflies in his chest were swirling then as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. Wanting him to take it, wanting him to feel better. Caring for him.

“Thank you,” he barely whispers, clearing his throat softly. “It’s very nice of you.”

“You’re always nice to me, so,” she shrugged.

They sat down then, he dragged his chair from his desk over to hers. Sitting in close as she explained all the meanings to her rocks. He listened carefully, getting to examine each one as she spoke.

“This one is Jade, it’s for balancing emotions and allowing compassion so I don’t scream at everyone on the phone,” she laughed as she placed one in his hands. Her fingers brushing his palm softly.

It was a beautiful green stone with a thin white line running through it, separating into 3 directions as he flipped it over, “it’s beautiful.”

“I know some people don’t believe in this stuff,” she started to get embarrassed as she placed them all back on the shelf. “But I’ve always thought; if the moon, which is just a rock, can control the water, and humans are 70% water, then who’s to tell me the moon cycles don’t control my emotions and these smaller rocks can’t help problem areas?”

“You’re not wrong,” he shook his head softly as he thought her words over. “People depended on the stars and planets for guidance originally, as well as rocks and herbs for healing, just because it’s outdated doesn’t mean it doesn’t work?”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “No one has ever agreed with me that easily.”

“Anytime you want to talk, I’ll just be over there,” he pointed at his desk. “And I’m a phone call away?” He swallowed sharply at his boldness, trying to stay calm as he awaited her answer.

“I do have your number,” she smiled, reaching out to place her hand on his. “But you should go home, I’m sure you’re chilled out now.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, staring at her hand as they touched. He lightly wrapped his hand around hers, holding it slightly, running his thumb over her knuckles. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“And every day after,” she whispered, tilting her head as she smiled at him.

This was going to be interesting.

—

Penelope was always dragging him out. She would take him shopping, to dinner, to the movies. She was like his big sister, dedicated to making sure he wasn’t always cooped up or trying to retreat into a fantasy life.

She kept him busy.

She had 4 bags in her hands as they walked down the street, peering into the store windows to see what else she could possibly be interested in taking home for someone. That’s when they passed the natural health store.

He stopped in his tracks, seeing all the different rocks on the wall accompanies by little cards that described how they could help. He opened the door and rushed inside before Penelope even noticed he stopped following her.

“Good afternoon!” The shop owner called out to him. “How can I assist you today?”

“Um, the girl I like has a rock collection,” he says softly, knowing Penelope is behind him listening. “Crystals more specifically, I’d like to get her some?”

“Well, you came to the right place,” the man beams, escorting him to the wall of rocks. “What is she like?”

“Wonderful,” the words are carried out of his mouth on a sigh as he thinks about her. “She’s confident and nice, and caring. She’s always positive and just so lovely.”

“I’ve got you,” the man starts picking rocks off the wall and placing them in his hands.

Spencer follows him to the desk where he lays down a handful of rocks, Penelope is shockingly quiet as she stands beside him, staring at the collection. She’ll be full of questions later, all of which he is terrified of.

“This is a rose quartz, pretty basic love, beauty, anti-depression stone,” he pushes the pink and a green rock towards him. “Serpentine is for new adventures, observation and insight. I have a feeling you’re up for an adventure with her?”

Spencer nodded enthusiastically, “I like that one. It would be better to get her some rare ones, some that have to do with friendship, new beginnings, or opportunities?” He tried to explain his feelings as best as he could. Not knowing if he sounded dumb for a change.

The man smiled wide, “here,” he dipped below the counter and dug out a box. “Chrysocolla is literally for new beginnings, love and opportunity.”

He hands Spencer a vitreous, raw blue stone with small green marks running all through it, it’s beautiful like her. “This is perfect.”

“I’ll throw in a Kiwi Jasper as well, it’s for being by someone's side, support and trust. As well as a Ruby in Zoisite it symbolizes finding the joy in life with someone,” he hands Spencer two equally beautiful stones, prepping a bag and wrappings for all of them.

Spencer lays out the 5 stones he picked out, watching him wrap them with care before placing them in a bag. He rings everything up, Spencer pays and before he’s even out the door Penelope is pouncing on him for answers.

“Who?!”

He can't help but blush and stutter, trying to brush past her and continue walking down the street. “You can’t hide forever Spencer, who is she?”

“How do you know it’s a she?”

“You literally said so?” She looks at him like he’s an idiot. “Come on? I won't tell anyone!”

“Y/N.”

The gears are turning in Penelope's head as she tries to place a face to the name, knowing she’s seen her somewhere, “From the office?”

He nods softly, “the one Derek bullies me for staring at?” He clues her in more as they walk.

“He also bullies her for staring at you,” she adds with a smile. “She’s going to love those, when are you going to give them to her?”

“I was thinking about just leaving one on her desk every day? Maybe with a note for why I picked it?” He really wants to woo her, she’s too special to just flirt with.

“She’s going to love that.”

—

Sure enough, he walked into work every day for the next week, placing a rock on a sticky note on her desk. He was never around when she was able to see it, only knowing she got it when he'd arrive at work the next morning with a note reading 'thank you ♥︎ ' on top of his files.

He thinks about her all weekend, planning how he'll give her the last rock as he takes the elevator up that morning. Only to see her sitting at her desk, phone pressed to her ear as she tried to talk someone out of suing the FBI, she looked absolutely miserable. Just a casual Monday morning for her, almost at the end of her shift.

He rushed over to his desk, putting all his stuff down to dig one of the rocks from his satchel. Picking the Kiwi Jasper for today, he grabbed a pen and a sticky note and wrote her a little note.

“Always here if you need to talk, -Spencer ♥︎”

He walked over to her desk, she was still talking so she didn’t notice him until he was right there, she looked up at him with a thankful smile.

“Yes sir,” she answered the person talking to her. “Can I call you back after I speak to the chief? thanks.” She hung up on him, turning all her attention to Spencer.

“I know you know it's been me leaving these, but I brought you in another one,” he says softly, placing the rock in her hand and sticking the note to the shelf where it would end up.

“oh my gosh, Spencer?” She placed her free hand on her heart as she looked at the rock.

“You looked upset?”

She stands and pulls him into a hug, he can feel all the eyes on him as he holds her back, letting his chin rest on her shoulder as she squeezes him.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she pulled back, awkwardly smiling at him as she also noticed everyone staring.

“Always,” he smiled back, hand still resting on her arm. “Um, I have a case I need to get to.”

“Of course, good luck,” she smiled.

He pulls the tiger's eye out of his shirt pocket, showing her that he still had it, “kinda hard not to have good luck with this.”

She bit back a smile, her eyes gleaming as she took a deep breath through her nose. Releasing the same feelings he was keeping inside, allowing both their butterflies to swarm out together.

—

He loved when they had cases in Virginia. Being able to stay in the bullpen and work was relaxing, it was easier to think where he felt safe.

He was working on the geo profile all alone, a huge map stretched across a clear case board as he laid a yardstick across it. Drawing a thick red line with marker over it, in his own little world as he worked away.

He doesn’t realize she’s standing there too until she’s lightly pressing her hand on his back.

“Hey,” she whispers softly. “It’s 10 pm, thought you’d like a coffee?” She places the purple mug on his desk with her purse, turning her attention back to what he’s doing.

“Thank you, I’m almost done here,” he says softly, finishing the red triangle he was making on the map.

“I’ve always found it fascinating how you do this,” she complimented him. “You’re so careful.”

“Like baking, it’s an exact science,” he smiled softly.

It made her giggle slightly, placing her hand back on his back as she moved in closer to look. He wanted her to stay there forever, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus. He tried his best to steady his hand as he finished the line.

Putting the yardstick back down and turning to her, she doesn’t move her hand, instead, softly moving to rest on his arm as she stands close to him. “How are you?”

He feels nervous for some reason, it’s not like she hasn’t been this close to him before. It’s just that she’s close and she smells wonderful and he wonders if her lips would be a better wake-up call than the coffee she brought.

He realizes he’s staring at her lips when he licks his own, “I’m good,” he furrows his brow and clears his throat with a nod.

She smirks at him, “how come you’re the only one still here? Hotch said it could wait till tomorrow?”

“I was waiting for you,” he admits, “but I got carried away setting this up, I never heard you come in?”

“Cause I didn’t,” she scrunches her nose slightly as she straightens her stance. “I saw you working hard and went right to get you a coffee.”

“You’re wonderful,” he blushes as the words slip out, trying his best to keep eye contact when all he wants to do is kiss her.

She pats his arm slightly as she backs up a little, grabbing her bag from where she set it on his desk. “I’m going to set up for the night, come talk to me before you leave?”

“Of course,” he says as she walks away, letting out a small sigh as he realizes just how badly he wants her.

He never gets to talk to her before he leaves, she’s on the phone when hotch comes storming in. Saying something about another body and making Reid leave with him. He’s busy for 3 days straight, thinking about her with every free thought he’s able to squeeze in.

He carries the rock from her in his pocket everywhere he goes; in his pants beside his keys, in his bag with his books, in his breast pocket, over his heart, behind a bulletproof vest. Feeling it press against his chest, a part of her keeping him safe where ever he went.

They finish the case with minimal damage, Spencer specifically making sure that Derek leaves all the doors on the hinges for Y/N’s sake, cleaning up any messes they make so she won’t have to hear about it over the phone. They all notice that he’s doing it for her, quietly appreciating the fact that Spencer is happy for a change, that there’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes again.

He arrives back at Quantico 30 minutes before her shift starts. Everyone else is packing up for the day while he sits at his desk, reading to occupy the time before she comes in.

Only she doesn’t.

30 minutes pass and she’s nowhere to be seen, it’s only 9:02 by the time he starts to panic. Wondering if she’s okay, hoping she’s just in the elevator or grabbing a coffee that’s actually good, somewhere outside of the office.

“Reid,” he hears Hotch calling him from his office door. “She just called in, her grandmother passed away last night so she won't be in.”

“Oh,” he furrows his brow, looking at him with confusion. “How did you know?”

“Penelope,” he smiles. “She’s still here too, and she knows where Y/N lives.”

“It wouldn’t be weird to go see if she’s okay?”

Hotch just smiles at him again, “go see her, Reid.”

Getting her address from Penelope felt a little weird, but she writes it on a sticky note for him and he’s out the door before she can even pry into what he’s going to say. Which is good, because he doesn’t know yet.

It’s late, but he stops by the little rock store on his way to her house. Seeing the lights still on and the same man from before behind the counter.

“Welcome back,” he’s overly cheerful for it being so late. “How did she like them?”

“She likes the ones I’ve given her so far,” he smiles, looking over the wall himself this time for the right one.

Scanning past every emotion and affirmation known to man as he looked around, picking out a beautiful pink Rhodonite for healing grief, supposedly acting as a hug from emotional troubles. And a Rainbow Moonstone for inner peace, harmony and strength.

“She’s lost someone recently?” He asks as Spencer places them on the counter.

“Her grandmother,” he says softly. “These are good, right?”

“They’ll be perfect, we also have amethyst bracelets, they’re good for healing and drawing in positive energy,” he points towards the small display of bracelets. Small purple stones separated with small gold beads.

He picks up 2 of them, placing them on the counter as well.

“Is she still just a crush?”

Spencer laughs lightly, “unfortunately.”

“She might be more after this,” he smirks, ringing him up. “I’ll give you a 2 for one deal on everything, I have a feeling you’ll be in a lot.”

Spencer thanks him as he pays, picking out a small purple bag for the rocks and bracelet. Placing one on his own wrist before leaving. Also picking up some cookie dough ice cream and a card at the corner store just beside her apartment. Remembering all the times Penelope, JJ or Emily has mentioned it being the best ice cream for crying.

He takes a very deep breath before knocking on her door, hoping to every god out there that she doesn’t find this incredibly inappropriate and weird.

“Spencer?” He hears her voice before she even opens the door, looking out the peephole at him.

She whips the door open, eyes puffy and swollen as she looks at him in shock. She’s in a big sweater and shorts, tears dripping down her cheeks as she shakes her head at him.

“I thought you could use some cheering up?” He awkwardly smiles, holding the ice cream up for her to see.

She wraps her arms around his middle, burying her face against his coat. Still crying as she holds him, he holds her with his free hand, shushing her as he presses his cheek to her head.

She pulls back with a sniffle, “come in,” she offers with an arm out, ushering him inside the small room as she closes the door.

He takes his shoes off, handing her the ice cream so he can take off his coat and satchel too. “This isn’t weird right?”

“Not at all,” she laughs slightly through the awkwardness. “You don’t know how much it means to me that you care this much.”

“I brought something for you,” he says as he struggles to dig everything out of his pocket.

He hands her the card and the little purple bag, seeing the overwhelming glance grow on her face. Her eyes grew wide as he mouth opened, speechless.

She opened the card first, reading the passage about grief that was already provided. Dealing with grief was something Spencer knew too well, adding something a little special to the bottom of the card.

“To live in hearts we left behind is not to die,” -Thomas Campbell. As long as you remember her, with a smile on your face and love in your heart, she will always be with you ♥︎ Spencer

She wipes her tears with her forearm, placing the card on the counter beside the ice cream before she opens the bag. She pulls out the bracelet first, absolute shock on her face.

“Spencer?” Is all she can say, in a high squeak as she shakes her head at him.

“I didn’t want you to be sad,” he says softly, stepping into her space and placing a hand on her arm. “I love seeing you smile, and I thought this could help.

He takes the bracelet from her grasp and places it over her hand. Resting it on her wrist softly, straightening it out against her sweater as she notices the matching on over his shirt sleeve.

“Oh this is so cute,” she swoons. “thank you, really Spencer.”

“And there are some rocks for grief healing in there too, one is supposedly like an emotional hug which should heal the grief and sorrow, and the other is more for inner peace and harmony,” he rambles away, not wanting her to miss anything.

She pours the rocks from the bag, into her hand, looking them over silently with a smile, “they’ll look great on my desk.”

“The purple looks nice on you too,” he compliments her, watching her eyes drift up to him.

She places the rocks on the counter before wrapping her arms around him once more. This time he’s able to actually hold her back, tight as possible as he rubs his hand over her back.

She smells like home, clean laundry and happiness. She’s soft and warm, he holds her perfectly against his chest, like she was a missing puzzle piece that someone finally found under the table, she fits into his life like she was supposed to be there.

She kisses his cheek softly before she pulls back, causing him to pull her into a real kiss on impulse. Connecting their lips as she sighs into the contact, melting into his grasp as she kisses him back.

Her lips are soft, fitting between his own gently as she breathes him in. Her hands reach up to grip his cheeks, kissing him again and again, placing pecks to his lips and cheeks with her eyes closed as he giggles.

“Thank you,” she whispers against his lips, “for everything.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he whispers back, kissing her one last time before she pulls away.

“I was actually about to smoke some weed on the fire escape and probably cry some more,” she laughs lightly. “would you like to join me?”

“I’ll stick with a bowl of ice cream,” he smiled awkwardly.

“Nice one,” she laughs as she opens the ice cream.

“What?”

“Oh, you didn’t even get the reference you made,” she laughs lightly, “to get high you smoke a bowl, so…”

It makes him smile, “I'm a comedian part-time.”

He makes her laugh again, loving the sound of her giggle replacing the tears. “Why aren’t you this funny at work?”

He thinks about it for a little, watching her scoop the ice cream into two bowls, “it’s a little hard to make jokes when people's lives are on the line, I know everyone else does but I get too focused.”

“They probably wouldn’t appreciate your jokes even if you did make them,” she says as she handed him a bowl with a spoon. “They’re kind of mean to you, in a family way but it still sucks sometimes to overhear.”

She walks into the living area then, grabbing a few blankets and opening the window to the fire escape. Crawling out to sit on the ledge, waiting for him.

“I don’t mind it,” he says as he finally sits down beside her.

She places the blanket over their laps, both of them sitting criss-cross applesauce as they ate.

“Do you like your job?” She asks him, just like he once asked her.

“Most of the time,” he nodded as he got brain freeze. The cold air, the cold ice cream, everything that was catching up to him as he scrunched his face up at the feeling.

She laughs at him only a bit before she’s also attacked by the brain freeze, holding the vein in her neck as she chokes out another laugh, trying to warm up the blood going to her head so the pain would stop.

They’re both just a mess of giggles together, unable to say any words as they let it all out. She leans her head on his shoulder lightly as they calm down to just soft chuckles. He presses his cheek against her head.

“Thank you, Spencer,” it sounds like she’s crying a bit. “My grandma was a lovely woman, she’d be glad I’m laughing right now.”

He reached out a hand for her to hold over the blanket. She interlocked their fingers softly, both cold from holding their ice cream bowls.

“If she was anything like you, I’m sure she was the most wonderful woman,” he says softly, not intending to make her cry but having a feeling he might.

“Would you be interested in holding me on the couch while I cry?” She asked softly, tears in her eyes as she looked up at him.

“Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”

—

He’s late for work the next morning.

Waking up to the smell of coffee, opening his eyes to a strange view. He’s on a couch he doesn’t recognize in a room he doesn’t know too well.

Then he remembers, they ended up cuddled up on the couch. He wakes up to the memory of her on his chest, crying softly as they listened to some music, he ran his hand over her back while she went through it all, blessed to have his support.

He fell asleep under her at some point, waking up alone with a blanket laid over him. He sat up to see her in the kitchen, pouring coffee into a travel mug.

“Good, you’re awake,” she smiles at him. “Coffee is ready, I uh, I have this button-up shirt from a guy friend, if you wanted to wear that to work today? So they don’t think you stayed here?”

“That’s smart,” he replies as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

Getting up, he uses the bathroom, changes and takes that coffee from her. He’s not expecting her to kiss him on the lips at the door, but she sends him off to work like an old housewife.

He doesn’t want to pull away from her, keeping her pressed against him as he leans in for 4 more kisses before she finally pushes him out into the hallway with a laugh, “get to work!”

“Fine,” he sighs, “are you going to be in tonight?”

“Yeah,” she smiles, “funeral is in West Virginia next week, so I’ll be in until then.”

“I’ll see you later?”

She nods slightly with a soft smile, “you’ll be seeing a lot of me soon, Spencer.”

“Good,” he winks at her before heading down the hallway and towards the street entrance.

He sighs as he walks outside, resting his back against the apartment complex door, taking a moment to think about everything that just happened, the night of company and the wonderful send-off.

It was something he could get used to.

He rushes into the briefing room when he arrives at Quantico, sitting down with his coffee and pretending he wasn’t late. Listening carefully to JJ’s presentation of the case as he flips through everything he missed already.

“Wheels up in 30,” he heard Hotch say as he zoned back in. “Nice of you to join us, Reid.”

“I know that travel mug from somewhere,” Derek said as he stared at Spencer, who was taking a sip to avoid the awkwardness.

“Hmm?” He played dumb.

“That’s Y/N’s. She washes it every morning when she leaves to go home, I see her do it every morning,” his eyes open wide. “Holy shit.”

“Isn’t that the same tie and slacks from yesterday?” Emily teased him as well.

“Her grandma died, I brought her ice cream and slept on the couch okay?” He all but yelled, flailing his arms slightly so they’d all back off.

Derek reached his fist out for him to pound it, “good man.”

Then Penelope noticed the bracelet, “did she get you that?”

He sunk his hand into his pocket then, “no.”

“What?” Emily and JJ asked in unison, straining their necks to try and get a good look at what she was talking about.

He nervously held his arm out for them, showing them the purple bracelet resting over the sleeve of his shirt. “I got one for her too, it’s for healing and peace. It’s what she needs right now.”

“Oh, so you love her,” Derek smiles as he teases him. Making everyone else in the room swoon slightly.

“Okay and?”

“Oh my god!” Most of them shout at him, embarrassing him to no end. He was so glad she wasn’t at work this morning or else she would be able to hear this from her desk.

“Did you kiss her?” Rossi pries, asking what everyone else was thinking.

He scrunches his face, pushing his glasses up slightly as he clears his throat, “a few times.”

“Is she your girlfriend?” JJ kept the questions coming.

“Not yet,” he said softly. “Kinda weird to walk into her apartment while she cries to say ‘hey sorry about the death in your family, want to date me?’”

“Yeah,” Emily agrees, shrugging lightly. “At least she knows you like her now, it’s been what? 2 years?”

“2 years, 3 months, 17 days and 43 minutes,” he confirms with a small nod and pressed lips.

“Gross,” Derek teases him.

“The plane is leaving in 10 minutes,” Hotch cut into their fun.

Making them all gather their things and continue the interrogation in the elevator, and eventually on the plane, and in the police precinct. Even Penelope called him in the middle of everything to bug him about her.

The questions were never-ending, everyone wanted to know how they even started talking, who made the first move, how he plans to ask her out. They were relentless, he almost regretted admitting to anything.

They bug him all throughout the day, all the way until they’re arriving back at the BAU late that same night. He almost doesn’t want to go back to the bullpen and see her with all of them, knowing they were going to follow and say something.

She’s waiting in the hall when the elevator doors open, a pressed-lipped smile on her face, “bad news.”

“Another one?” Hotch sighs, “have Garcia send us the info. Be at the table in 10.” He pushes his way out of the elevator, passed them all as they stare at Y/N.

“Hi?” She awkwardly waves at them all, showing off the bracelet on her wrist.

“See ya, Spence,” JJ and Emily say as they matt his shoulder, dragging Derek and Rossi towards the bullpen doors.

“Sorry,” he apologizes for them softly, stepping into her space.

She wraps him up in a quick hug, keeping one arm around his waist as she guides him towards the bullpen, “it’s fine, they’re going to have to get used to us being together.”

“Together?” He repeats her words.

“I only cry on my boyfriend's shoulders, if you're up for the title?” She teases him softly, pinching his side as they walk towards the doors.

“Can I frame “Dr. Spencer Reid, Y/N’s boyfriend” beside my Ph.D.’s?” He keeps his hand on her shoulder, holding each other slightly as they walk towards her desk. He felt like one of those kids who wouldn’t let go of their girlfriend's hand in the school hallway, attached to her at the hip.

“I’ll make one for you while you’re gone,” she laughs lightly.

They stop at her desk where he sees all rocks he got her collecting on the shelf, as well as a cup of coffee and his favourite kind of donut.

“Thought you deserved something nice too,” she says as she nudges his side.

He kisses her on the cheek as a thank you, “you’re welcome,” she smiles to herself. A feeling of pride growing in both their chests.

“See you later?” He asks as he picks up the coffee and donut, walking away slowly as she smiles at him.

“Come home to me safely, Doctor Reid,” her voice is just loud enough for everyone in the briefing room, where everyone is waiting at the window, watching them, deciding to put on a show in return.

He stops on the steps to look at her softly, “I’d fight a thousand unsubs to come home to you.”

“I’ll leave the light on,” she blows a kiss at him, making him blush a deep red.

He waves, making his way up the steps and into the briefing room. A smile on his face, heart thumping in his chest, all the support in the world swarming around him as everyone patted him on the back.

That tiger’s eye really did bring him good luck and happiness, and her name was Y/N.

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The Cure: Chapter 1

Summary: You get outed to your parents and it doesn’t go so well. But at least you have Jess Mariano.

Word count: 2370

⚠️Warnings⚠️: homophobia, homophobic violence

“Mom? Dad?” You called out, stepping into the silence of your home. You entered the living room and was met with the sight of both your parents seated on the couch. Your father’s gaze fixated on the floor with his hands clasped in front of him, lips drawn in a thin line. Your mother lifted her head in acknowledgment. The TV was off, no conversation being exchanged. Idleness hung in the atmosphere. “What’s going on?” You frowned. “Sit down, (Y/N).” Nervousness bubbled in your chest as you sat across from them. “Did I do something?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

Your dad’s eyes locked with yours. “Are you gay?” The question was completely unexpected. Your eyes widened in confusion. Sweat moistened your palms. “Am I- what?”

“Are. You. Gay. With that Mariano boy?” He gritted his teeth, his voice low to the point of growling. Your muscles tensed and you quickly debated coming clean or denying it. They wouldn’t be too pleased with the knowledge that you liked other boys, especially Jess. Heck you weren’t even allowed to be friends with him. You knew you couldn’t hide it forever. You were planning to let them know once you moved out and were no longer reliant on them. Perhaps deception would work, for now.

“No?” you put on your best act of confusion, “Where are you getting this from?” Your mother whipped her head towards you, eyes filled with a darkness that was completely unfamiliar. Your dad’s face reddened, fists clenched and visibly shaking. Fear clouded your senses. “What are these, then?” Your mother placed some pictures on the coffee table. Pictures of you and Jess. Holding hands and kissing. Your heart sunk to your stomach. “W-Where did you get these...?” Your voice was shaky from restraining tears. “They were left in our mailbox this morning, no envelope or name. How can you explain this (Y/N)?” Your mom scowled. Your throat went dry. Who would do this to you? Who hated you this much? Well, it didn’t matter who had done it, because there was no way to cover it up.

“It’s true, okay? I’m gay, I’ve been seeing Jess for-” You were cut off by a stinging pain on your cheek and a sharp sound echoing the room. Your father loomed over you, nostrils flaring and looking at you with pure hatred. You cowered in his shadow. “I did not raise a gay son! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! All those years of giving you a good life and a roof over your head for nothing! Disgraceful.” You whimpered as he fisted your hair painfully and reared your head back to look up at him. “You are not my son.” He spat. In quick seconds your body painfully collided with the coffee table, pain shooting up your abdomen. You barely had time to catch a breath before you were yanked up and slammed against the wall. Rough, calloused hands, pressing against your windpipe. You squirmed in an useless attempt to flee. Your chest tightened painfully. Your head felt light. You wanted Jess. He would hold you and protect you and take you away from this pain. Black spots dotted your vision and you thought ‘this is it. I’m going to die.’ Seconds before you passed out, the hands removed themselves and you collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath. You cherished the temporary relief of having oxygen in your lungs while it lasted. You were kicked down into a lying position, your father’s heel coming in contact with area that hit the table. Tears cascaded down your swollen cheeks as you curled into yourself. The blows kept coming. You just shut your eyes and took it, holding onto hope that it would end eventually. By the time your dad finally took his foot away, your body was at it’s breaking point. Every breath came with immense pain. Bruises, scrapes and cuts blemished your skin. “You’re going to get up,” your father spoke, “and get the fuck out of my house.” You briefly glanced to your mother standing in the corner, staring at you intently. Her expression was unreadable, but she voiced no protest. You were in no state to be able to pack your belongings. Hopefully you’d be able to return and collect them. Or maybe your parents would destroy them. Right now, it wasn’t your concern. Your dad left to the kitchen, probably to get a beer, and your mother followed suit. Mustering the last ounce of strength you had, you crawled to the front door. With every movement your muscles ached. Holding onto the wall for balance, you carefully rose to your feet. Only grabbing your phone and jacket, you exited onto the pitch black streets.

You limped in the direction of Luke’s Diner, but gave up after a block. You were physically incapable of covering the distance. You quickly dialled Jess’s number, tears blurring your vision. It rang once. Twice. Your heart hammered in your chest, your breathing grew heavy. You felt a panic attack oncoming and you needed to hear Jess’s voice. Please pick up, please pick up. “(Y/N)?” Jess said across the line, voice thick with sleep. “Jess...” you whimpered, words getting caught in your throat. “(Y/N) what’s up? It’s late.”

“I-I need you. I need help. It hurts, Jess.”

“What hurts? What happened?” He was awake now, and seemingly alarmed. “I need an ambulance,” you glanced at the street sign, “I’m on Peach Street. Call them and get here, p-please.” Staying conscious was becoming a struggle. “Okay, okay hold on I’ll make the call.” Jess quickly switched lines and you leaned against the wall, waiting. Watching the stars kept you occupied. You were about to close your eyes until the blaring of a siren approached. You could vaguely recognise a car following behind it. As it neared, you recognised it as Luke’s pick up truck. You couldn’t see Jess’s face, but knowing that he came provided some relief. Jess got to you before the paramedics did. Warm hands cupped your battered face and soft caresses ghosted your skin. . “(Y/N), god what happened?” You chuckled bitterly. “Mom and dad found out about us. I’ll explain later. It didn’t go so well though.” You clutched your side. Talking was painful. Jess was about to say something but the paramedics told him to back away so they could load you into a stretcher. “Sir? Sir try to stay awake please.” Said a female paramedic as your eyelids drooped. Jess was out of your vision, but you could make out his voice shouting over them, asking to come on the ambulance. Of course that privilege wouldn’t be extended to non-family. Luke told him to buckle up and he’ll drive them there. You were exhausted, and the pain in your body was unbearable. Your allowed your eyes to shut, darkness replacing the blinding ambulance lights.

Jess and Luke sat in the waiting room, anxiously awaiting news about your condition. Jess’s leg was shaking and he seemed distanced in his thoughts. He had told Luke on the way that this had something to do with your parents. He’s had his fair share of beatings from Liz’s boyfriends, but he was struck with disbelief knowing someone could cause this much damage to their own child. The doctor emerged. “How is he?” Luke asked. “He has 3 broken ribs, internal bleeding, several deep cuts, contusions and a dislocated jaw. But he’s no longer in critical condition. It’s good we got to him when we did, or it may have been too late.” Jess‘s eyes widened and his blood ran cold. Luke thanked the doctor and bid him goodbye, then focused his attention on his distressed nephew. “T-They almost killed him...” Jess whispered, eyes widened and watery. Luke sighed, pulling the boy into a side hug. In truth, he was just as worried as your boyfriend was. He was accepting your relationship and cared for you. Ever since you’d come into Jess’s life, his immature ways and short temper had ceased. His school attendance went up as well as his grades. The sarcastic remarks and witty insults weren’t going away anytime soon, but Luke knew there was a mutual love between him and his nephew. And he knew you meant the absolute world to Jess. “You heard the doctors. He’ll be okay. He’s strong.” He rubbed the teen’s shoulder in consolation.

Patients and visitors entered and exited the hospital doors while Luke and Jess sat in silence. The clock was about to strike 1am yet they were more awake than ever. Jess hadn’t particularly liked your parents previously, but now his hatred for them ran deep. Upon his first arrival to Stars Hollow, they had advised you to keep your distance because word of his troublemaking antics spread fast. But you with your sweet, kind soul was willing to give him a chance.

A nurse approached them. “(Y/N) (L/N) is awake. You can see him now.” Jess bounded to his feet, swiftly stepping to your room without waiting for Luke to follow. He paused abruptly at your door and took a breath. Your head turned at the sound of the door slowly creaking open. Jess stepped in, and a feeling of warmth evaded your body despite the chill of the hospital room. You shifted to make room for him on the bed. Without a word, he embraced you. Careful not to hurt you, he rested his head on your shoulder, and the cloth of the gown dampened. “Jess.” You cooed, rubbing his back. “I almost lost you...” he mumbled. “I-It’s okay. I’m not okay, but I will be. The hospital staff are doing their best.” You attempted a smile but it hurt your face. Jess pulled away with a sigh, calloused hand cupping your cheek. “I want to know what happened. Not now, if you don’t feel like it. When you’re ready.”

“Well, I got home and my mom showed these pictures someone took of us kissing. She said they were left in the mailbox by an anonymous. I told them that I’m gay and that we’re dating, and... yeah.” You averted your gaze to you and Jess’s intertwined hands, playing with his fingers. Jess furrowed his brows. “Why would anybody-” You cut him off. “I don’t care about that now Jess. It’s all so much, I’m gonna see a social worker and the police, I don’t know where I’m going to live, people are gonna talk about what happened. Plus I’m tired and everything’s sore.” You felt like crying again before Jess shushed you, carding his hands through your hair and kissing your cheek. “Hey hey, (Y/N) I’m sorry. Calm down.” He readjusted to a laying position and carefully guided you into laying down on top of him, using his toned chest as a pillow. “I love you. So much. We can figure everything out later, just get some sleep. It’s almost midnight.”

“I want you to stay and be there when I wake up.” You said. “Okay.” Jess smiled. There was a cough, you both turned to see Luke in the doorway. “Well, I’ll leave you guys alone and uh, Jess I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.” He nodded, “Goodnight (Y/N), call me if you need anything.” You smiled at him and bid your goodbyes, before it was back to just you and your boyfriend. Jess leaned over to turn off the light. “I love you, Jess.” You said into the darkness. He responded with a long kiss to your forehead.

Jess woke up first. The hospital staff hadn’t arrived yet, so he wouldn’t get in trouble. He pressed light kisses on your forehead until your eyes fluttered open. “Morning.” He smirked. “Morning,” you grumbled, nuzzling into him. “What’s going on today?” He asked. “I explained the cause of my injuries to the doctor and now I’ve got to talk to the authorities. Then I’m seeing a social worker and doing some paperwork.”

“Where you going to stay?” Jess asked softly.

“If my parents get arrested then I’ll probably get sent to a foster home.” You sighed. “Is that what you want?” Jess frowned. “No, not at all. I mean, no way I’m living with my parents again, but also idea the of going with strangers...” you trailed off, focusing on drawing shapes on his chest. “Move into the diner.” Jess said without no hesitation. “Jess you know I can’t-”

“Yes you can! Really (Y/N), we can talk to Luke about it.”

“Talk to me about what?” Luke stood in the doorway wearing a questioning expression. “Sorry, I was going to knock but I overheard my name.” He chuckled. “Can (Y/N) stay with us?” Jess asked. “Jess no-“

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” Luke shrugged. “I- what?” You turned to Luke in shock. “We can make that arrangement, if that’s what you want (Y/N). You’re at the diner most of the time anyways.” It was true. You always stayed over with Jess and had dates at the diner to keep your relationship discreet. “Well yes, but being a permanent occupant is completely different.” You frowned. “Hey kid, your parents are real shitty people. This is a hard time for you. I have a feeling you don’t want to end up in the foster care system, so this is one less problem to deal with.” He said.

Jess spoke up, “(Y/N), I’m okay with it, and Luke is okay with it. So why the hell not?” You felt like crying again. You practically pounced on Jess babbling a string of ‘thank you’s and peppering kisses on his face in between. He laughed heartily, rubbing your back. Luke observed with a tender smile. “Thank you Luke, really.”

“No problem kid.” He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to seem as less threatening as possible. “Jess and I have to go, the staff are gonna be here any minute. But rest up okay?” You nodded. Jess really didn’t want to leave, you assured him visiting hours were long and regular. Eventually he pulled away and you shared one last kiss before he was out of sight.

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